For the Love of Jason
Rating PG-13
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Summary: Jason Morgan is back, and he has rescued a damsel in distress. Abbie Morgan isn't what she seems. Can this mismatched couple find love?
Part 1
Abbie Morgan curses as she looks under the hood of her broken down Dodge Charger. A broken fan belt dangles from her hand. She looks up at the sky that is darkening ominously. "Why God, why?" She shouts at the sky. "Haven't I paid enough?" She looks for a few seconds more and sighs. "Oh well, I didn't really expect an answer anyhow." She slams down the hood, and goes around to the driver door, reaches in and pulls out a battered guitar case, and a garment bag. She unzips the garment bag and double checks the contents, rams a battered cowboy hat on her head and locks the car up. Hefting the guitar case in one hand, and the garment bag in the other, she sets off on foot down the deserted stretch of road. "Damn it," she mutters, "Doesn't anybody use this road besides me?" For an answer, the skies open up and rain begins to pour down upon her.
Jason rounds the curve on his motorcycle, braking ever so slightly on the rain-slicked roads. He wasn't anxious to head back to Port Charles, but Benny said Sonny needed him, and Jason would never turn his back on his friend. Up on the right, he spies a broken down car, but he barely spares it a glance as he roars by on his bike. The wet freezing rain really didn't bother him, but he'd rather not ride in this weather if he didn't have to. Jason wonders what Sonny needs him for. Whatever the job, he'll do it. He owes everything to Sonny.
As he rides, his sharp eyes miss nothing, including the figure walking resolutely along the side of the road. He passes the figure, slows the bike and turns it back towards the stranger. After traveling back, he again turns the bike and pulls up along side the sodden traveler. "Want a lift somewhere?" he asks. Abbie Morgan looks at him cautiously, not sure if she should trust him. But the thought of walking the rest of the way to Port Charles is very daunting. "Sure, that would be great, but what about my stuff?" Jason looks at what she is carrying and thinks for a second. He reaches out and takes the garment bag from her and folds it as small as he can and fastens it down on the seat behind him with a bungee cord. "If you care about that guitar, hold on tight and let's go," he says. Abbie climbs onto the back of the bike, wraps one arm around him and olds onto her guitar case for dear life. "So where are you headed?" asks Jason. "Port Charles," says Abbie through chattering teeth. "Anywhere in Port Charles." "I'll figure out the rest once I get there."
Jason starts the bike and the two roar off in the pouring rain towards the city limits. After about 30 minutes, Jason pulls the bike into the parking lot of a rather seedy looking bar. The sign says Jakes. Jason parks the bike, turns toward his passenger and says "Come in here and get warmed up, and then I'll take you wherever you need to go." Shivering violently, Abbie tries to several times to get off the bike. Taking pity on her, Jason helps her off and sweeps her up into his arms and carries her into the bar.
Walking into the dimly lit bar, he deposits his human bundle at the
nearest table and says tersely, "Wait here, I'll be right back." He walks up to the bar, and orders a pot of
coffee. The bartender who had been
standing with her back to the room turns at the sound of a familiar voice. "Jason," cries Jake. "Welcome back handsome, it's been too long."
"Hey Jake," he replies. "Look, I picked up a passenger on the way, and she's cold and she's wet, can I get some coffee for her."
"Sure thing handsome, and I have a message here from Benny for you." She reaches beneath the bar and hands Jason an envelope. In her other hand, she has a steaming pot of coffee. "Just grab some cups and take this over to her," says the voluptuous blond bar tender. "Thanks Jake," says Jason, "I knew I could count on you.
Returning to the table, Jason pours the girl a cup of coffee and sets it in front of her. She grabs it and begins to drink silently. After watching for a few minutes, Jason opens his envelope and begins to read. With a smile, he takes a key, which has fallen out of the envelope and sticks it in his pocket. He looks at the girl sitting across from him and says, "Well, this is Port Charles."
"Great," she replies. "How much do I owe you for the ride and the coffee."
"Don't worry about it, says Jason. "Where in Port Charles are you headed?"
"I have a job interview, so I'm going to find myself a place to clean up and then head over to it," Abbie replies vaguely.
"Oh yeah," says Jason, "Where's this interview at?"
Angered at having her word doubted, Abbie reveals more than she planned. "L & B Records." Damn it, she thinks to herself. Great job playing it cool Abbie.
"Well, I know where that is, so if you want to stop by my place, you can get cleaned up there, and I'll drop you at L & B," says Jason.
"Uh, no thanks," answers Abbie. "This is fine, really it is." "I'll just call a cab or something and find a place to stay."
"Jason's completely trustworthy," says Jake from behind the bar, after watching the exchange with interest. "His word is better than gold."
Abbie looks at the man across from her and sizes him up. After so many years on the run, she knows how to read people. She looks him up and down and she likes what she sees, there isn't anything in his eyes that says she can't trust him. "Well, Jason, if Jake her can vouch for you, that will do for me," she says with a small grin.
Jason stands up and walks over to the bar and slaps a $100.00 bill on the counter. "Thanks Jake," he says, "For the coffee and the message."
"You need a place to stay Jase," she asks him.
"No, Sonny's got it taken care of."
"Don't be a stranger around here," says the blond bartender.
"You know it Jake," replies Jason. He turns towards Abbie and says, "If you're ready, lets get out of here."
"I'm ready," she says, grabbing her belongings. "So, Jason, friend of Jake, you have a last name.
"Yeah, I do," he says to her with a grin.
"Care to share,"
"Maybe," he answers, "You got one to share?"
"Yeah, I'm Abbie, Abbie Morgan."
Jason stops and laughs. "Well Abbie Morgan, nice to meet you." "I'm Jason Morgan."
Abbie shoots him a look of disbelief and turns towards Jake.
"He's telling the truth, he's Jason Morgan," the bartender says in response to the unasked question.
"Huh," says Abbie, "Go figure." With that, she grabs her belongings and heads out the door.