I'm Looking for Elizabeth: My Car or Yours
Sea'Wana
Sea.Wana@att.net
R
Disclaimer: I worship I could never own.
Pairing: Liz and someone you'd never expect.
Summary: Liz finally get sometime off and STILL gets into trouble.
Friday
Hard.
Soft.
Huh?
Liz woke up on something hard and soft at once. Her aching brain had told her that it was a naked chest. Liz open her eyes and groaned she was in bed with a man her intention was not to end up in bed with a man. No her intentions were?
Oh screw it her head hurt too much to remember what her intentions were. All she knew was that he didn't snore so she settled her head back on his chest and went back to sleep. An hour later her mind told her to get up. Why it would be so foolish? She didn't know but she got up anyway. She groaned and rolled off the chest, landing on her knees and hands on the hardwood floor. Eyes still close she could feel the morning sun on her face. *Suck it up Weber* she opened her eyes.
"Oh damn. That hurts."
Liz took a good look at her surroundings and realized where she was. Port Charles.
"Well shit."
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her tiny room. She was in her strapless blue bra and lace shorts. Her blue dress was on the floor in a puddle next to a size 10-dress loafer and her stiletto's. A discarded tux lay across her floor, on top of two black motorcycle helmets, but no jockey's. Nothing happened last night? Could it be that she was so drunk she passed out? She hoped so; she could her them all now. Going on about partying hard and being a bad girl. So if she didn't sleep with him what did happen? How did they end up in Port Charles instead of her hotel room?
Liz sighed and grabbed a few things and went to the bathroom. She got a hot, hot shower and then she got dress. Army green was nice subdued color for her eyes. She knew she had to go back to the room sooner or later so she did. She had to see who the mystery man was.
Jasper Jax.
"Well shit."
Monday
She dubbed the last case a day at the races. Her ribs were still sore and a long talk with Tagart was in the works. Jason was nowhere to be seen considering the whole mess with Courtney and Sonny. He would be working over time on damage control. Good a week with out them in her face was deeply needed.
She watched the whole place with interest. Jax was talking to Skye about something and Bobby was working on the books with Lucky. Zander and Gia where having their usual morning quite time and Mac was at the counter. Once done Jax paid for breakfast and headed out the door. Skye sat down with a look like she'd been kicked.
"You okay?"
"Yeah its Jax."
"What about him, why's he got that look on his face?"
"Guess."
"It's been almost a year you'd think you'd get over it by now."
"Its the love of his life."
"Yeah they're kinda hard to get over in a year."
"Yeah well we'll see. Bye."
"Bye Skye."
Liz's email went of and she looked at the laptop. 45 emails today 'I'm looking for Elizabeth.' She sighed when she gets her hand on the person doing this to her she wasn't going to be nice. Least she got the day off. As if the devil himself heard her, Courtney walked in, the girl looked like she been kicked, then rolled down the stairs and dragged behind a car. Liz just decided not to say anything in the hope to escape the soap that was now Courtney's life.
Courtney put on her apron and began to clean behind the counter she ran into Liz laptop.
"Does this thing have to be here?"
"No, I'll move it."
Courtney eyed her.
Liz rubbed her ribs and stepped aside when someone sat in Courtney section. Liz went over to her costumer and made a joke the lady laughed and said goodbye. Courtney bumped into her hitting her ribs. Liz groaned but said nothing; she just moved and cleans up her tables. When the morning rush died down Liz sat at the counter and went through her emails.
"God what did I say about that thing."
"Sorry I'll go sit at a table."
"Okay what's your problem?"
"I don't have one."
"Yes you do, you know what going on with me and Jason."
"So?"
"Your the cause of this mess."
Liz slammed the laptop back on the counter making Courtney jump. Maybe pissing Liz off wasn't the best idea.
"You got a problem with your man don't take it out on me. I don't need your bullshit today and I would think you wouldn't want anybody least of all me in your face. So why piss me off? What's the problem Courtney? Speak to me. Speak."
"Jason almost gets killed that my problem and I can't be with him and you caused this."
"I asked Jason for help, it not my fault your brother showed up."
"Why can't you just quit that stupid job."
Liz didn't really know what to say so she said the right thing.
"I'm not here to make your life easy."
"Easy!"
"Spare me the woe is me routine I've heard and done it. Not going through anything I have been through already. This is helping me Courtney, I forgot who I really was to fit Lucky's life weak and innocent, to fit Jason life, lost and broken. I'm neither of those things. My job makes me happy it lets me, be me. Damn you, damn your brother, damn Carly and damn the horse you road in on. Quit crying and take control of your life. Leave me out of it and for the rest of the day if you poke, prod or annoy me you'll be leaving with a black eye. Got it."
Liz went up stairs.
Tuesday
It was better her ribs didn't hurt as much and Courtney avoided her she decided to go see Jason today. She got off the elevator and knocked on his door when he didn't answer to she knock on Sonny's
"He went for a ride."
"Fine I'll see him later."
"Why?"
"Cause he's still my friend. No mater what you tell him. Yeah that loyalty things a bitch when you don't return it."
"What do you think of me Liz? We use to be friends."
"And your sister was right you're a control freak who throws tantrums when you don't get your way meanwhile your sister looks like she dying and your best friend is in hell."
"What am I suppose to do?"
Liz snorted and looked at him.
"You honestly think that this is better Sonny?"
"She'll live."
"God do you know what its like for a women like your wife, or Courtney or me?"
"Like?"
"Sonny looks at your track record with Carly. She is tuff and strong she'll survive with or without you. But she'll be less then what she was and it will take a long time before she could consider love again, I know. We love long and hard Sonny; stick by you bastards when you do things we could kill you for. We don't admit defeat to anyone just set backs. We cry when no ones looking we set aside our own well being for you and we don't give up no matter what. Not for love."
"You think Courtney will never quit?"
"Why should she? Jason has dip and dabbled in the love game once or twice. But he's never thrown caution to the wind just to be with someone. He did with her, she's his life. So are you and your killing them both."
"I know that Liz."
"Then you find a way to repay Jason for his loyalty and love Sonny. You owe him."
"I don't know how. I wish I turned him away the day he came to me."
"Past is the past. Deal in the now last time I checked you were powerful man. Make it happen."
Liz left Sonny to think about it. Jason came off the elevator.
"Hey you."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing just checking on you."
"Did you talk to Sonny?"
"Yeah, I brought food lets eat."
They sat Indian style on the pool table in his apartment talking about any and everything.
"Courtney picked a fight with me yesterday."
"So?"
"Jason for crying out loud!"
"Elizabeth---"
Liz cell phone rang she looked at it.
"Oh shit."
"What?"
"I have to go to London."
"What? Why?"
"I found out who my friend is."
"Really I'll go to."
"Not with Faith running around. You stay I'll be fine I've got some old friends out there."
"Fine be safe."
"I will."
She hoped off the pool table and garbed her things and headed for the door. Jason kissed her cheek as she open the door to Carly.
"Well shit."
"What the hell is going on!"
"Carly its nothing so don't start."
"Call me when you get to London."
"I will don't worry, I will. Bye, see ya Carly."
As the elevators doors closed she could hear Carly yelling. She smiled and made a phone call and headed to the airport.
[end]
AN: What the hell is Liz doing in bed with Jasper? Huh. The Author.
Sea'Wana
Sea.Wana@att.net
R
Disclaimer: I worship I could never own.
Pairing: Liz and someone you'd never expect.
Summary: Liz finally get sometime off and STILL gets into trouble.
Friday
Hard.
Soft.
Huh?
Liz woke up on something hard and soft at once. Her aching brain had told her that it was a naked chest. Liz open her eyes and groaned she was in bed with a man her intention was not to end up in bed with a man. No her intentions were?
Oh screw it her head hurt too much to remember what her intentions were. All she knew was that he didn't snore so she settled her head back on his chest and went back to sleep. An hour later her mind told her to get up. Why it would be so foolish? She didn't know but she got up anyway. She groaned and rolled off the chest, landing on her knees and hands on the hardwood floor. Eyes still close she could feel the morning sun on her face. *Suck it up Weber* she opened her eyes.
"Oh damn. That hurts."
Liz took a good look at her surroundings and realized where she was. Port Charles.
"Well shit."
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her tiny room. She was in her strapless blue bra and lace shorts. Her blue dress was on the floor in a puddle next to a size 10-dress loafer and her stiletto's. A discarded tux lay across her floor, on top of two black motorcycle helmets, but no jockey's. Nothing happened last night? Could it be that she was so drunk she passed out? She hoped so; she could her them all now. Going on about partying hard and being a bad girl. So if she didn't sleep with him what did happen? How did they end up in Port Charles instead of her hotel room?
Liz sighed and grabbed a few things and went to the bathroom. She got a hot, hot shower and then she got dress. Army green was nice subdued color for her eyes. She knew she had to go back to the room sooner or later so she did. She had to see who the mystery man was.
Jasper Jax.
"Well shit."
Monday
She dubbed the last case a day at the races. Her ribs were still sore and a long talk with Tagart was in the works. Jason was nowhere to be seen considering the whole mess with Courtney and Sonny. He would be working over time on damage control. Good a week with out them in her face was deeply needed.
She watched the whole place with interest. Jax was talking to Skye about something and Bobby was working on the books with Lucky. Zander and Gia where having their usual morning quite time and Mac was at the counter. Once done Jax paid for breakfast and headed out the door. Skye sat down with a look like she'd been kicked.
"You okay?"
"Yeah its Jax."
"What about him, why's he got that look on his face?"
"Guess."
"It's been almost a year you'd think you'd get over it by now."
"Its the love of his life."
"Yeah they're kinda hard to get over in a year."
"Yeah well we'll see. Bye."
"Bye Skye."
Liz's email went of and she looked at the laptop. 45 emails today 'I'm looking for Elizabeth.' She sighed when she gets her hand on the person doing this to her she wasn't going to be nice. Least she got the day off. As if the devil himself heard her, Courtney walked in, the girl looked like she been kicked, then rolled down the stairs and dragged behind a car. Liz just decided not to say anything in the hope to escape the soap that was now Courtney's life.
Courtney put on her apron and began to clean behind the counter she ran into Liz laptop.
"Does this thing have to be here?"
"No, I'll move it."
Courtney eyed her.
Liz rubbed her ribs and stepped aside when someone sat in Courtney section. Liz went over to her costumer and made a joke the lady laughed and said goodbye. Courtney bumped into her hitting her ribs. Liz groaned but said nothing; she just moved and cleans up her tables. When the morning rush died down Liz sat at the counter and went through her emails.
"God what did I say about that thing."
"Sorry I'll go sit at a table."
"Okay what's your problem?"
"I don't have one."
"Yes you do, you know what going on with me and Jason."
"So?"
"Your the cause of this mess."
Liz slammed the laptop back on the counter making Courtney jump. Maybe pissing Liz off wasn't the best idea.
"You got a problem with your man don't take it out on me. I don't need your bullshit today and I would think you wouldn't want anybody least of all me in your face. So why piss me off? What's the problem Courtney? Speak to me. Speak."
"Jason almost gets killed that my problem and I can't be with him and you caused this."
"I asked Jason for help, it not my fault your brother showed up."
"Why can't you just quit that stupid job."
Liz didn't really know what to say so she said the right thing.
"I'm not here to make your life easy."
"Easy!"
"Spare me the woe is me routine I've heard and done it. Not going through anything I have been through already. This is helping me Courtney, I forgot who I really was to fit Lucky's life weak and innocent, to fit Jason life, lost and broken. I'm neither of those things. My job makes me happy it lets me, be me. Damn you, damn your brother, damn Carly and damn the horse you road in on. Quit crying and take control of your life. Leave me out of it and for the rest of the day if you poke, prod or annoy me you'll be leaving with a black eye. Got it."
Liz went up stairs.
Tuesday
It was better her ribs didn't hurt as much and Courtney avoided her she decided to go see Jason today. She got off the elevator and knocked on his door when he didn't answer to she knock on Sonny's
"He went for a ride."
"Fine I'll see him later."
"Why?"
"Cause he's still my friend. No mater what you tell him. Yeah that loyalty things a bitch when you don't return it."
"What do you think of me Liz? We use to be friends."
"And your sister was right you're a control freak who throws tantrums when you don't get your way meanwhile your sister looks like she dying and your best friend is in hell."
"What am I suppose to do?"
Liz snorted and looked at him.
"You honestly think that this is better Sonny?"
"She'll live."
"God do you know what its like for a women like your wife, or Courtney or me?"
"Like?"
"Sonny looks at your track record with Carly. She is tuff and strong she'll survive with or without you. But she'll be less then what she was and it will take a long time before she could consider love again, I know. We love long and hard Sonny; stick by you bastards when you do things we could kill you for. We don't admit defeat to anyone just set backs. We cry when no ones looking we set aside our own well being for you and we don't give up no matter what. Not for love."
"You think Courtney will never quit?"
"Why should she? Jason has dip and dabbled in the love game once or twice. But he's never thrown caution to the wind just to be with someone. He did with her, she's his life. So are you and your killing them both."
"I know that Liz."
"Then you find a way to repay Jason for his loyalty and love Sonny. You owe him."
"I don't know how. I wish I turned him away the day he came to me."
"Past is the past. Deal in the now last time I checked you were powerful man. Make it happen."
Liz left Sonny to think about it. Jason came off the elevator.
"Hey you."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing just checking on you."
"Did you talk to Sonny?"
"Yeah, I brought food lets eat."
They sat Indian style on the pool table in his apartment talking about any and everything.
"Courtney picked a fight with me yesterday."
"So?"
"Jason for crying out loud!"
"Elizabeth---"
Liz cell phone rang she looked at it.
"Oh shit."
"What?"
"I have to go to London."
"What? Why?"
"I found out who my friend is."
"Really I'll go to."
"Not with Faith running around. You stay I'll be fine I've got some old friends out there."
"Fine be safe."
"I will."
She hoped off the pool table and garbed her things and headed for the door. Jason kissed her cheek as she open the door to Carly.
"Well shit."
"What the hell is going on!"
"Carly its nothing so don't start."
"Call me when you get to London."
"I will don't worry, I will. Bye, see ya Carly."
As the elevators doors closed she could hear Carly yelling. She smiled and made a phone call and headed to the airport.
[end]
AN: What the hell is Liz doing in bed with Jasper? Huh. The Author.