Author's Note: Hi All! Here is story four. It's an Alternate History/Alternate Universe early Liason story. I have changed a whole lot so I'm not going to give you character histories. Instead I will let you learn things as the story progresses. If you get lost or confuse PM me, I will answer your question as long as it doesn't give away plot points.
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Thanks to my awesome beta Liason102. Once again she exceeded expectations you guys are getting this story at lot sooner than expected because of her. If something is wrong it's because I didn't fix what she told me to.
Thank you to bjq and doralupine 86 who requested a specific storyline be added. It worked out better than I could have anticipated and I hope you are pleased. (I will tell you when we get there I don't want to give anything away)
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Chapter 1
"Oh my god! Jason!" Elizabeth bent down to help the obviously injured man roll over. The snow beneath him was red with his blood as was the front of his shirt. "You've been shot!" She exclaimed and then immediately wanted to smack herself. She was sure he realized that already.
"Eliz-Elizabeth." Jason managed to get out despite the pain. "You have to go." It was too dangerous for her to be here.
"I'm not going to leave you here to die. You have to get up." She tugged on the larger man trying to get him to move.
"No." Jason was shivering, not from the fact that he'd been lying in the snow for who knows how long, but from blood loss. "Leave." He barely got out.
"Jason Morgan, you listen to me. I'm not going to just leave you here. If it's dangerous then get up and we will leave together." She didn't care if he thought she was being bossy. She simply was not going to leave him. How would she look herself in the mirror? Or face Emily when her friend returned from California? "GET UP!" She yelled while pulling him into an upright position.
Carefully she maneuvered herself until she was under his arm on his uninjured side and using all the power in her legs pushed to an upright position. He slumped against her and they almost went down but she managed to keep them standing.
"No hospital." He said weakly. A gun shot wound had to be reported to the police and he couldn't risk it. Sorel didn't know that Jason was still alive and the enforcer wanted to keep it that way. The element of surprise would enable him to get his revenge.
"Okay." It was hard to talk because she had to concentrate on where she was walking. With the snow and ice the ground was slippery and if they fell Elizabeth wasn't sure she could get them back up again. Jason was a lot bigger than her. "I'll call Sonny."
"No. Not Sonny." He told her trying to walk. She was too tiny to carry him far so he was doing his best to stay upright. He didn't have the energy to explain that Sonny was too busy fucking Carly to help him. The man he trusted more than anyone in the world had betrayed Jason by sleeping with the woman he was seeing.
It was something that no matter how long he lived Jason would never forgive. It wasn't that he loved Carly, because he didn't. She wasn't anything more than a body in his bed. It was that Sonny was supposed to be the one person in Jason's life who would never hurt him. If he wanted Carly all he had to do was wait for Jason to be done. In fact if the enforcer hadn't been shot then he would have been done with Carly tomorrow. He had plans to break the relationship off with the blonde woman because she was no longer what he wanted. How ironic was that?
Instead Sonny sent Jason to a meeting in his place so he could sleep with Carly. The enforcer had been ambushed and shot. When he returned to the Towers in need of help he'd found his girlfriend coming down the stairs in his partners shirt. He left as they were both calling for him to come back. He left before he could tell them he'd been shot.
"JASON!" Elizabeth shouted to get his attention. She was worried that he was going into shock. She might not be a doctor or a nurse, hell she wasn't even first aid certified, but she knew that shock and blood loss were a bad combination.
"W-what?" He asked sluggishly.
"Who can I call? You need help, more than I can give you. Who can I call?" She had somewhere to take him, but if he didn't get medical attention then when they got there he would die.
"Fr-fr-fran…" He couldn't get anything else out. The world was going grey around him.
"Don't pass out Jason. We are almost there." Elizabeth pleaded with him. "Francis. I'll call Francis." Because she was Jason's friend, had been his friend for the past year, she knew the people in his life. But they didn't know her. No one knew that they were friends. Jason had been very clear that if his enemies knew about her they might try to hurt her to get to him.
So instead of hanging out and waving when she passed him on the street, she went for midnight bike rides and pretended not to know him. When he came into Kelly's for lunch she treated him like all her regulars, but not like a friend. Sometimes her friendship with Jason made her feel like she was living a split life. Still she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. With Jason she was free. A feeling she'd never really had before.
"Okay, here we are. Just up the steps. You can do it Jason." Elizabeth was tired and her whole body was starting to hurt but she wasn't going to give up. They were too close to their destination. "Come on Jason, help me here."
It took almost fifteen minutes but she got him up the stairs and into her tiny studio apartment. Quickly she rummaged through his pockets until she found his phone. With trembling fingers she scrolled through the index until she found the number she needed.
"Corelli." Francis was surprised to hear from Jason. Sonny was tearing the city apart looking for him. He figured his younger boss would stay under the radar.
"Jason's been shot, he needs help." Elizabeth told the older man.
"Where are you?" He recognized the voice put couldn't place it.
"My place." She gave him the address. "Please hurry he's in bad shape. And he doesn't want Sonny to know."
"I'm on my way." Francis assured her.
Hanging up Elizabeth pulled off her coat, grimacing at the fact that it was blood soaked, and tossed it aside. She ran into the bathroom and grabbed some towels before running back to where Jason was lying. "Talk to me Jason."
The injured enforcer just groaned.
"Jason, open your eyes and talk to me!" Elizabeth demanded. He was not going to die today. Not on her watch.
"What?" His eyes were barely open and he sounded like a tired child but he was conscious.
"Talk to me. You need to stay awake." Elizabeth pressed against the wound and tried not to throw up as the towel almost instantly filled with blood.
"Tired." Was all Jason said.
"I know Jason, but if you go to sleep you won't wake up." Elizabeth told him hoping he would understand. "Tell me about Italy."
"The light." He said weakly.
"What about the light?" She'd always wanted to visit the country and he'd been several times.
"It's different." He pushed the words out. All he wanted to do was sleep. He felt light headed and his whole body was shaking. He just wanted to close his eyes and rest. But that was bad, he knew that. This wasn't his first gunshot wound.
"Different how?" Elizabeth asked switching towels.
"Soft." He told her.
Before she could ask another question there was a knock on the door. Looking out she saw Francis. Even though they'd never been formally introduced she knew who he was. "Thank god!" She said as she pushed up off the floor and ran to let him in.
Three men moved past her into the tiny space. Francis, Johnny, and a man she didn't recognize. Elizabeth moved to the opposite side of the room and grabbed her coat.
"Where are you going?" Johnny asked her. He recognized her as the waitress from Kelly's, how Jason ended up with her and shot was something he wanted to know.
"I have to go clean up." She told him grabbing her bucket and the biggest spoon she had.
"The bathroom's right there." He pointed a thumb at the tiny room behind him.
"Not me. There's a large blood stain in the snow. I have to go clean it up." Jason didn't want anyone to know he'd been shot.
Johnny looked at her with respect. She was young but could clearly think on her feet. "I'll come with you."
"Alright." With one last look at Jason, who she could barely see because Francis and the doctor were standing over him, she and Johnny left.
"Where are we going?" Johnny asked her.
"Over by the boxcars." They were running. Time was of the essence. Luckily it was night so foot traffic was light. They made good time and she immediately dropped to her knees and began shoveling the red snow into the bucket. "I should have brought a broom." She muttered to herself.
Understanding what she meant Johnny looked around before pulling down a broken board. Once she'd gotten all the bloody snow up he shoveled clean snow around the area and across their foot steps as they left. It was due to snow again tonight and that would help as well.
When they got back to the studio she poured the snow in her tiny tub and turned on the hot water. "How is he?"
"In very critical condition." Francis answered. The doctor was nowhere in sight. "He can't be moved yet." The older man frowned.
"He can stay." Elizabeth told the two guards. "I'm on break from school and I can take some time off of Kelly's."
"Why would you do that?" Johnny asked. Something wasn't adding up.
"He's my friend." Elizabeth said watching as Jason's chest rose and fell. He was her friend and maybe something a little more. Their relationship was complicated. He was her friend, someone she could talk to and confide in. Someone who was always there when she needed him. If he wasn't Jason Morgan, mob enforcer, then they might even be something more. But he was so they couldn't.
"If you're his friend then why don't we know about you?" Francis asked her.
"Jason said it was too dangerous for anyone to find out." Elizabeth told the men. She felt like she was being interrogated. "That someone might try to hurt me if they knew."
Johnny and Francis just exchanged a look. Until Jason woke up they couldn't confirm her story. However what she was saying sounded like Jason. "One of us will stay here at all times, you can go home."
"This is my home." Elizabeth told them.
"You live here?" The place was a dump and that was being kind. Johnny looked at her closely. She was tiny and young no way should she be living here.
"It's all I can afford." Elizabeth knew it wasn't great. Jason had mentioned that on enough occasions, but it was what she had.
"Are there any vacant units in the building?" Francis asked her.
"Next door." Elizabeth pointed to her left.
"Fine." The security here sucked but Jason couldn't be moved so they would have to make do. Tomorrow they would rent the unit next door and move the young girl in front of him over there.
"You can't stay." Elizabeth told them.
"Yeah we can." Johnny shot right back.
Elizabeth just rolled her eyes and sighed. She would kill for a shower. But not until these two left. "Jason doesn't want Sonny to know he was shot. He'll miss the two of you, so you can't stay."
"Do you know who we are?" Francis asked her.
"You're Francis Corelli and he's Johnny O'Brien. Jason said if I was ever in trouble and he wasn't around I should find one of you. You come into the diner a lot." Elizabeth was starting to fidget. These two guys were huge and more than a little scary. It was clear that they didn't trust her. "Wait." Elizabeth picked up her coat and reached in the pocket. She pulled out her key chain.
Francis took it and looking it over grinned before passing it to Johnny who also grinned. "Okay then." The blonde guard said. On the chain was a Harley Davidson medallion with the word "mio" engraved on the back. Both men recognized it as once having been on Jason's key ring although the word on the back was new.
"What does mio mean?" She'd been meaning to go to the library and look it up. Somehow she either never had the time or she forgot.
Francis tried not to laugh. Jason was slick he'd give him that. "We'll let Jason tell you. Promise me you won't look it up."
Elizabeth just looked at the big blonde. "Alright." The fact that the two men were smirking at one another was not lost on her. "Tell me what to do and then get out."
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