Chapter One

Jason had been running from his life in Port Charles for months now. He couldn't understand the logic that some people used to get through life. He had consistently been hurt by people who couldn't make up their minds what they wanted or for that matter who they wanted. Some times he was convinced that the accident that had destroyed parts of his mind was the best thing that could have happened to him.

A.J., Jason's brother, had been driving drunk. The accident sent Jason headfirst out of the car onto the ground, surviving had been the easy part. Memories of his life before that day were gone. His mind had lost the ability to reason and imagine. Logical problems and thoughts that is what Jason knew. Everyone else lived by a different code. They made life so much more complicated than it had to be, especially for him.

Sonny had been one person he could count on. Sonny had become a very good friend, even though he had introduced Jason into a life of crime. Sonny took him in after the accident. He gave him jobs that were simple and to the point, then he taught him about loyalty and friendship. They became their own family of rejects. People came in and out of their lives but only they remained loyal to each other.

Sonny had tried to explain that to Jason many years ago, but Jason still found himself on the receiving end of many peoples confusion about their own lives. First they would want Jason for protection or an honest opinion but the minute that Jason would become emotionally entangled with them they would decide that he wasn't what they sought after in their life after all.

Sonny understood that Jason needed to leave. They both knew that this time was different, every time before he left it was for someone else. This time he had to go for himself. He began to question if people hurt him because they thought he didn't feel the way others did. His heart ached just like everybody else's, for Michael, Robyn, and even for Carly at one time. Elizabeth had been the last. So he was in search of a life where what he wanted was as important and not something to be cast aside.

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He drove so fast through the curves. The long winding roads with the trees draped over shielding Jason from the sun. He could lose track of time fast out here on the road. No thoughts were allowed. So it was no surprise when he rounded the curve he could have easily missed seeing the young woman walking down the road in the ditch. Jason had to come to a fast stop, and then still had to turn around to get close enough to talk to her.

The woman was a little shocked to say the least that someone had stopped. She had tried to stay off the road. The teenagers drove on this road like they were in NASCAR and the motorcycle had been about as bad. Before he came to a complete stop she could see he was dressed in tight blue jeans, leather coat with a white t-shirt underneath. His rugged looks took her breath away. They just didn't grow them like that around here. She didn't know if it had just been that long since she had the pleasure of male companionship, or if he really just looked that damn good.

"Do you need a ride?"

His question had brought her out of fantasyland. Living miles from the nearest town, and that only being about 400 people left a lot of room for the imagination to kick in. "You are a complete stranger, what kind of girl would I be if I just accepted a ride from anybody?"

"A girl that need a ride." He knew she had been trying to be a little sarcastic, but just for humor sake he decided to play along.

"Oh, so you are a knight in shining armor and well as a comedian, I will keep that in mind." Flirting already! My god, she needed to get out more. "Yea, sure, a ride would be great...and you are...Mister?"

"Mr. Morgan, will be just fine." He gave her a little smile.

"Ah..." If this was one of her old romance novels she would so be getting some tonight! She tried to make an elegant effort to get out of the ditch, of course it would have a 45 degree angle incline, but she failed and ended up having to claw her way out. Once on the road, she found herself looking into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Through his eyes she could see that her little predicament had caused him some mild enjoyment. "Well. Mr. Morgan, I am glad you are amused. A little assistance wouldn't have hurt. Oh yea, my name is Jaime."

"Well, I have to say it has been a pleasure so far. You still up for a ride?"

"Sure, just keep going straight and it is the next town. You can't miss it."

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Jason had missed the feel of someone riding with him. He didn't normally pay too much attention to the looks of a person, but her smile was infectious. She just lit up when she talked. He was used to people in Port Charles not looking him in the eye. He was always the dangerous thug, just to be around him put a person in danger. She didn't know that.

When he saw the town come into sight, she was right you couldn't miss it. Actually if you blinked you would have missed the town completely. He had to admit that he was a little reluctant to stop and let her off. It had felt good to have company, even for a short time. When he stopped, she jumped off so fast he thought he might have scared her.

"That was amazing! I lucked out pretty well, you coming along when you did. Normally, it would have been some 70-year-old man, with overalls and a beer/tobacco smell."

Jason couldn't help but laugh. "That is quite the visual you just left me with, thank you."

"No, No, No...Thank you, Mr. Morgan."

It was beginning to get dark. "There isn't a place around here I could get a room for the night is there?"

"How about this. You go over to that Bed & Breakfast." She pointed to the two-story house with a white picket fence. "Rent a room, by that time I will be done in the Post Office. Meet me here and I will repay you for your chivalry with dinner."

"I agree with most of it, but the company would be payment enough, Deal?"

"Deal."