A/N: The idea for this short story came from my father who asked me a few days ago when I was planning on getting married. Mind you I'm only 23 but he can't wait to see me find a husband already. So I was thinking about this and came up with this fluffy little piece. It's going to be in four parts which are pretty much all written so I will be able to update quickly and I can't wait to read what you think about it!

~ Father Knows Best ~

Part 1

Elizabeth Webber was single.

She had been single for a long time but she didn't see any harm in the fact. Actually, she enjoyed her freedom very much, even if her parents, or precisely her father, worried about her inexistent love life. The twenty five year old undeniably thought that being in a relationship would be a wonderful thing but believed it would come on its own time and that she would find the one whenever this one would cross her way; she didn't see any point in restlessly trying to force faith. All her time was dedicated to her art and not actively looking for Mr. Right.

But Jeff Webber didn't see things the same way.

Elizabeth was his last born and the only one in the family with no serious relationship in tow. Sarah had just married another doctor up in New York and Steven would himself very soon tie the knots with a beautiful young attorney he had met a few months ago. Jeff had a dream, namely to see all his children happily married before he left this earth; but he didn't trust Elizabeth to help in realizing this dream. His daughter seemed allergic to relationships; he had tried everything in the books to help her in her love query, in vain. Elizabeth was his precious jewel, a smart, beautiful and talented young woman who was full of life and never short of witty things to say. Unfortunately she could very quickly turn into a block of ice whenever a potential boyfriend came into the picture; to Jeff's chagrin.

And Elizabeth had enough of her father's meddling ways.

He would relentlessly introduce her to young men he crossed path with as Chief of Staff of General Hospital. First there was the hot shot lawyer, the youngest man to ever make partner at Lansing & Lansing like Jeff had presented him. The Ivy League alumnus had seemed very charming at first; the perfect gentleman, who held the door open for her and never missed a chair. Unfortunately he bore her to tears and Elizabeth had very quickly picked up on his peculiar family issues. There was no way she could date a man who made it a sport to impress his father and one up his brother every time he could. Richard Lansing had spent the whole dinner talking about what he did, was doing and would do to be the to say Elizabeth had never called him back.

But her father hadn't stopped there. A few days later, he called his daughter and very persuasively asked her to have dinner with who he described as a charming young cop named lucky. Maybe Elizabeth was in a good mood that day or simply intrigued by the man's name and profession; she thought a lucky cop was definitely worth meeting. So she had accepted the blind date, making her father enormously happy. In Jeff's mind, his daughter hadn't wanted Ric because he was simply too clean cut; and knowing Elizabeth and her special thing for lost souls, Lucky Spencer, who worked on the dark streets of Port Charles, seemed to perfectly fit the profile.

Elizabeth hadn't a clue where her father had found the specimen but the date ended up being a real disaster. She would be first to admit that Lucky Spencer was dark and handsome but she had absolutely nothing in common with him. And talk about needy; Lucky had called her the day after, begging for another date because he felt a special connection between them, "the kind that lived through a lifetime" he had said. Sadly, he hadn't taken Elizabeth's rejection lightly and his bruised ego had promptly resulted to crude name calling. Elizabeth had quickly hung up wondering how her father would react if he knew what kind of a man he had tried to fix his daughter up with.

But Jeff still hadn't backed down after the Lucky Spencer disaster. He was sure he could help his daughter find love and was determined to make it happen. That was how the obnoxious neurosurgeon had come into the picture. Her father had only had positive things to say about his new recruit. Especially pointing out that he had nothing to do with the other men she had met until then. And he was right. She thought the other dates had been horrible but this one simply reached record lows. Apart from his looks and merit as a surgeon, nothing in Patrick Drake had sparked Elizabeth's interest and his overconfident grin had completely turned her off. The brunette hadn't even been able to sit through the whole dinner; instead she had politely excused herself from the table and left without further explanation.

Of course Jeff had been livid because of Elizabeth's lack of effort in her search for love.

A highly tempered argument had followed, where he accused his daughter of blatantly sabotaging these dates only to defy her father, when one of these men could very well have been her future husband. Elizabeth was aware of how much effort her father was putting into helping her find a boyfriend. And she frankly wished he didn't, she wished he would let her live her life the way she saw fit, single or not. But she was aware of how terrified he was at the idea of possibly not seeing his youngest child settling down and getting to meet all his grandchildren. So Elizabeth, who couldn't say no to her father, no matter how much she tried, had swallowed her pride and accepted seeing Patrick again and this time giving him a real chance as her father had wanted.

So there she sat, in her bedroom in the immense Webber mansion, perfecting her makeup for a man she had absolutely no intention of dating. But she had promised her father that she would go and have dinner with the young surgeon and this time try to wait for dessert before telling him she was not interested. This was not how things were supposed to happen, and she wished her father would understand that his persistence only pushed her the other way; she would need to have an important discussion with him after this date because enough was enough.

Elizabeth finished getting ready and made sure the teal knee length cocktail dress she had opted for to impress her date fitted her right. She covered her bare shoulders of a white scarf, grabbed a matching clutch bag and resolutely walked downstairs to the car that would take her to her date.

Her young driver swiftly got out of the car as he saw her walk towards the vehicle and opened the passenger door. "Good evening Miss Webber." He spoke in a melodious voice that prompted a smile to curl the brunette's lips.

"Good evening." She replied as she entered the car, and sunk in the comfortable but cold leather of the car's interior. The driver closed the door and quickly made his way back to his seat, then once behind the wheel started the luxury car that had become his work tool for the past week.

The brunette who was fixing the back of her driver's head noticed a pair of alluring crystal blue eyes lift up in the rear mirror, waiting for directions.

"Going to La Taverne, in Downtown." She let her driver know.

"Nice restaurant." The young man commented as the car began making its way out of the vast paved driveway.

Readjusting her sliding scarf across her shoulders, Elizabeth initiated the conversation with her new driver who she hadn't really had a chance to get to know yet. "Yes, very nice… have you been there before?"

The dark blond head shook from side to side. "No, I just heard about it."

Silence took over the black sedan and Elizabeth observed her surroundings as the car quickly left the wealthy suburbs of Port Charles for the more urban streets of the city's economic center. She rolled her eyes, which her driver noticed, realizing the car was way too quickly approaching the restaurant where she would have to pretend to enjoy Patrick Drake's company for at least an hour and a half, if the service was fast, she estimated.

"We'll be there in about five minutes Miss Webber." The driver informed her, mistakenly thinking her pouting mouth was born out of concern that she wouldn't make it on time.

"You're Jason right?" She asked the young man who silently nodded. "Well Jason, please call me Elizabeth. I know you're new but you should know that I won't get off your case until you call me by my first name."

"Very well… Elizabeth." The man replied, surprised by her request.

Elizabeth was by then restlessly tapping her foot on the car's floor; she dreaded having to spend a whole dinner pretending to enjoy Patrick's company. When the car arrived only a block away from destination, a rebellious spring took over her and she decided that the last thing she wanted was sit through a horrible dinner knowing that nothing would come out of it. She knew how much her father wanted her to apologize to Patrick but at that very moment she didn't really care what he wanted. She had enough of being the good little girl who did everything that was asked from her. It was her life, and about time she took control of it.

"Could you please keep going straight?" She instructed her chauffeur who was getting ready to make a swift turn onto the street the restaurant stood on.

"But the restaurant is right there…"

Elizabeth interrupted the dedicated driver. "I know, but please just keep driving… a little change of plans." She assertively uttered, slouching back on the grey leather seat.

"What about your date?"

The question forced her back to instinctively straighten up. "How did you know I was going on a date?"

The young man sent a quick glance at his rear mirror that offered a perfect view of his passenger before giving his attention back to the busy street the car was flaring through. "The pretty dress and the destination kind of gave it away."

Elizabeth smiled at the indirect compliment. "Yeah… a date. Actually not really, I see it more as a business meeting. I am supposed to have dinner with a man I barely know and have absolutely no interest in. Someone would call that a date, but because I have no intention of dating him then I can't really call it that way."

"Fair enough." The young man told her. "But why are you having dinner with someone you don't even like?"

"That's a really good question! Well that's because my father's new hobby is arranging blind dates for his youngest daughter. He is hell bent on helping me find a boyfriend, or more so a husband. He drives me crazy with all this, I don't know how many arguments we've had over this but he doesn't seem to get that I am an adult now and that I want him to stop meddling into my life."

"Dr. Webber seems to be the kind of man who doesn't give up until he gets what he wants." Jason declared, now struggling to keep his eyes on the road ahead as he spoke to his eye-catching passenger.

"Tell me about it. But I am so tired of sitting through these boring dates for nothing. Nothing ever comes out of it." Elizabeth let out, looking at the images flashing by as the car rode aimlessly.

"So where do you want to go?" Jason asked, eyes still traveling from the petite woman behind him to the road.

Elizabeth noticed her driver's back and forth eye motion and couldn't help herself but smile before answering. "I don't know… I have about an hour to kill before I can get back home. I know my father has to be at the hospital later tonight so I need to wait for him to get out of the house before I get back or it's a guaranteed screaming match, which I really don't feel like getting into."

"Well, there are many places you could go right now." The man said pensively.

"I really don't know. I don't go out much you know… I'm usually between home and my black room." She declared with a ravishing smile. "So why don't you take me somewhere I've never been... so I can turn this evening into something fun instead of what surely would have been a boring date."

Jason roamed his mind a few seconds, trying to come up with the best place for his passenger to unwind. "Um… I know a nice bar. It's called Jake's, I like hanging out there sometimes... it's probably nothing like the kind of places you usually go to but they have a jukebox, pool tables…"

She promptly interrupted him. "I've heard enough, let's go to Jake's!"

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