Authors Note: No I am not quitting Not Looking. Writing both at the same time. This little sucker wont leave me alone. Yes, I know the beginning is a little awkward. I just want to jump to the good parts. I plan on this story being a little more mature.

This is totally AU, which I gather you all will get when you see Emily is present. Emily is Amber Tamblyn. Always will be in my mind. This is a QUIZ fic. Jason is there cuz he's a fun character to play with. There will be no Liason. Carly is going to be trashed in this one. I typically don't just go for the jugular while writing, but I need a vile-classless witch and well Carly fits. IF you are a Carly fan, yes I know this is a little out of character. YES I know there's ALOT of GH history I am fiddling with.

~ Three months ago ~

"We need to talk." Breezing through the door, not bothering to knock, Emily Quartermaine fixed her older brother with a look of determination while the guard at the door sent him an apologetic look over her head before shutting the door quickly.

Abandoning the papers scattered across this desk, Jason turned to his sister knowing by the fire in her eyes whatever had driven her to drop in wasn't to check in and see how he was doing. "What's up?"

"You have to do something about AJ's shame of a marriage." Throwing her purse at the couch, Emily placed her hands on her hips, meaning she meant business.

"Why should I?"

"Because, you're partially to blame for it." Emily fired back. "If you don't I will. And we both know you'll end up having to clean up the mess I will make."

"Emily, leave it alone. AJ's a big boy and can take care of himself."

"I'm serious Jason, that marriage is poison and sooner or later Michael is going to be the one who pays. Isn't that what started all this? The reason why that blood sucking banshee is my sister-in-law? I don't care if she's your BFF, she's vile to AJ and is too busy putting the screws to him to be a mother to Michael."

It was hard to argue with the facts. "What did she do this time?"

"Oh the usual." Flopping down on his couch and putting her muddy shoes on his coffee table, Emily ignored his irritated glare. "AJ came home and found her in the bathtub with one of her flavors of the week."

It sounded like something Carly would do. "So what is it you're asking of me?"

"You helped create this mess when you were trying to get custody of Michael." Emily blasted him. "They would never have gotten married if it hadn't been the only way to keep him. Don't get me wrong, they were both out of control and I supported you. But AJ has changed Jason. Not even you can deny that."

True again. "I still don't understand what you expect me to do."

"I don't care." Snatching up her purse, her eyes pinning him like death rays, Emily marched past him to the door. "I'll give you a month."

"A month?" Knowing she was being serious about butting her nose into somewhere it didn't belong, Jason sighed. "I can't convince Carly to do anything in a month. Give me a year."

"You've got to be kidding!"

"AJ's been stuck in that marriage for almost four years, I don't think another one is going to hurt him."

"Fine, a year." Clearly not liking it, Emily gave a short nod. "At least I can look forward to only one more miserable Thanksgiving and Christmas with that shrew." With that she stalked out the door, slamming it in her wake.

~ Present Day~

Help Wanted.

Dependable nanny needed to care for six year old boy. Experience desired. Room and board included. Occasional weekends and nights.

"It says here that you were a Nanny for a Dr. Steven Webber for two years." Seated across from the most ludicrous glass desk Elizabeth Webber had ever seen, she opened her mouth to speak only to have the tall blonde continue one. "Any relation?"

"He's my brother."

"So you have babysitting experience?" Carly Quartermaine snidely remarked as her pen started writing something on her resume.

Licking at her lips, Elizabeth reminded herself for the third time in ten minutes to keep calm. That this job was what could save her from four years of living underneath her Gram's roof. She loved the older woman dearly, but after two weeks it was painfully clear that she and Audrey Hardy were polar opposites.

"Actually it was a little more than just babysitting." With her hands clasped tightly in her lap, Elizabeth tried to smile, but at this point she probably looked like she had a gas bubble. "My brother had a teaching rotation at the Antonio Cardarelli Hospital in Naples, Italy. He is in Forensic Pediatrics. As a single parent he needed someone there to care for his son. I was like a second parent to Cody."

Carly's lips pinched as she scribbled some more. "Did you get fired?"

The question was so out of left field that it took Elizabeth a moment of pure shock to recover. "Um, no. As I said on my resume my brother got married. I had also been taking independent classes in art, which also were done."

"So you're an artist?" Again with the snide, uncalled for attitude, which oddly enough closely resembled her parent's attitude the last time they crossed paths.

"No." Elizabeth smiled sweetly, while her insides rotted. The truth was bitter tasting on her lips, as her instructor's words echoed through her head. She had minimal talent, and had reached her potential. The one time she'd fought her parents for independence and a chance to prove herself had gone up in flames in just one simple comment.

With another annoying huff the woman looked up from the neatly printed resume. "What kind of education do you have?" Now there was the million dollar question.

Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder if there was a camera hidden somewhere in the room. That somehow her parents were behind this miserable excuse of an interview laughing themselves silly. It wouldn't shock her any to know they had a printed script for the woman currently glowering in her direction.

"I came back to the states to attend college." It was the only reason she'd returned. Her parents had finally followed through on their threat of cutting off her trust fund until she reached the age of thirty or finished college, whichever happened first. Their stipulation was she had to move to Port Charles, where her Gram's currently lived, so she could oversee her progress. It was the only way they'd pay the tuition.

"So how do you plan on being a Nanny and go to college?" Valid question, Elizabeth thought, perhaps the giant woman could dial back the attitude some.

"The ad said your son is six, I assumed he went to school during the day." Perhaps talking slowly would help the woman in front of her grasp the possibility of her doing both. "I'm only a part time student."

Because honestly, the thought of taking more than two classes made her violently ill. And if the woman followed up with "What do you want to be when you grow up" Elizabeth couldn't be held accountable for her actions.

"Well I think I've asked -." A knock at the door interrupted her and a large leather clad man entered. "Jason."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in the middle of something." Looking like he was about to take a step back and leave, Carly stopped him.

"No we're finished." Her large toothy grin reminded Elizabeth of the sharks in Australia. Her smile deflated a little when he gave her a look to explain. "Elizabeth is applying to be the nanny, Elizabeth this is Jason Morgan. My brother-in-law and best friend."

With a polite nod in her direction, Elizabeth gave a half smile as she rose from her chair. "If you have any further questions my number and cell are on my resume."

"Right." Clearly not interested, Carly already acted as though she were no longer in the room. With one last nod to the large man, Elizabeth excused herself from the most bizarre and insulting interview of her life.

Waiting until the waif of a girl left Carly's office, shutting the door quietly behind her, Jason turned to look at his friend knowing he was going to yet again be disappointed.

"Nanny? What happened to Agnes?" Crossing his arms across his chest, he pinned her with a look that clearly told her he was in no mood for her vague answers.

"Agnes was two Nannies ago." Carly sighed. "Ethel left a few mornings ago."

"So why don't you call the agency for a replacement?"

"We've been blackballed." From past experiences, Jason knew when Carly said we it really meant I. What he was having a problem grasping was how anyone could get blackballed from a nanny agency. "And apparently they passed along our name to the other agencies."

"So you put an ad in the paper?" Humored at the thought and sick it had come to this, Jason lowered himself into the chair Elizabeth had previously occupied.

"I'm desperate." Carly whined. "AJ will be home in a week, and if he finds out another Nanny went AWOL he'll never let me live it down."

Again in Carly code, that pretty much meant that her demanding attitude had run off another overly qualified Nanny. There were only two reasons they went through Nannies like some people went through tissue. One was Carly's inability to show any kind of restraint when it came to the people she employed and two, Michael was becoming known for his erratic and sometimes cruel behavior to his Nannies.

"So how many applicants do you have?" Needing to know just how bad the situation was, knowing Emily would see this as another sign that enough was enough, Jason did the one thing he hated doing. Getting involved in Carly and AJ's life.

"Well I only just put in the ad." Trying to backpedal Carly went behind her ugly ass desk and fidgeted with the few papers on top of it.

"Carly."

"And I've been super busy running a multi-million dollar hotel."

"Carly, hand them over." Shoving the papers into the file folder she handed it over to Jason's outstretched hand. "There's only one."

With a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes. "I just told you I just put the ad in."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"What's wrong with her?"

"For one she's too young." Carly sniffed, and Jason again translated into too pretty. "Has barely any experience."

Scanning his eyes over the woman's resume it read like a geographic map. Previous residences and schools were all over the place. Cambodia, Bosnia, Finland, Germany, Australia, Italy, the list seemed to go on and on. Letting his eyes pop to the top where her name was neatly typed out he let out a huff.

"She's Monica's ex-husband's daughter." Shaking his head, the list started to make sense. "Her parents are renowned doctors. They traveled for years to help war refugees. Recently they kept to hospitals with advanced research."

"How do you know this?" Snatching the file back she scanned over the information again.

"Because I've lived in this town my entire life." He leveled her with a glare before snatching the file back from her hands. He wanted to ask how someone who prided herself of being one of the one percent in the town didn't know that.

With his little knowledge of the applicant Jason rescanned her information, this time reading between the lines. With a smirk he shook his head. There was only one way to get Carly to see something staring her back in the face. Tell her she can't have it, or that it's out of her range. "If you ask me, she's overqualified to be a Nanny. Good call."

Through narrowed eyes, Carly tried in vain to acquire the folder only to have Jason hold on tightly to it. "I was thinking of dropping by to see Michael tonight. Guess you'll be there too?"

Her eyes still on the folder, Carly's glance flickered up. "I totally forgot. Do you think Emily would mind watching Michael for me tonight, I have an important business meeting?"

Did he think Emily would mind spending time with a nephew she adored? No. She loved being with Michael. Did he want to make this easy on Carly? Not a chance.

"She's got plans." Jason smoothly lied. "Business meeting huh? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but Todd and I are discussing his Lease arrangement and some changes he wants to add." Carly was a miserable liar, and had a million tells. Right now she was looking down, pretending to be busy when he knew darn well what she was up to.

"Todd huh?" Leaning back, Jason looked at her through half closed eyes. "Not the same Todd from the bathtub incident a few months back?"

"Why do you need to go there?"

"Because you're making a mess of Michael's life." Leveling her with a cold stare he was rewarded when she looked away. "Sooner or later he's going to be old enough to understand what's going on between his parents, if he doesn't already, and his behavior is only gonna get worse."

"Michael's behavior is just fine, thank you very much." Carly snapped like any other disgruntled Momma Bear who ignorantly ignored all the signs of trouble brewing. "He's just going through a phase."

"His phase involves putting food coloring in his Nannies' shampoo." Annoyed she was being so blasé about Michael's antics, Jason shot out of his chair. This was the life he didn't want for Michael. "Carly cut your losses. I know for a fact AJ's offering a great deal if you would agree to a divorce."

"He wants primary care of Michael." Carly growled, not backing down. "And I swear to you I am not walking away unless I get half."

"Of course he wants primary care, you barely spend any time with your son as it is." There were days he wish he could just strangle Carly, and this was one of those days. "He'd let you keep the Metro Court."

"That's not half and you know it!" Jabbing him in the chest with her nail, she studied him through narrowed eyes. "Whose side are you on?"

"Michael's." He answered smoothly and with no apology to her. "It's always been Michael's." Knowing when to cut his losses, Jason turned on his heel and threw out before he left. "I suggest you hire Elizabeth Webber. I doubt anyone else in town is stupid enough to apply."

"You're late." It was a great way to start a new job, having your bitchy new employer who apparently couldn't tell time, snap at you in way of a greeting. For a split second Elizabeth wondered if this job was really worth it and if the Tasty Freeze was still hiring. With a sigh she stepped into the entry way. "I will give you the basic tour, and then I need to get to work."

Looking around, Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder what drug the architect was on when he designed the horrifically tacky house. While all the other houses on the street were eloquent, with their Federalist and Tutor designs they screamed money, but tastefully so. Then there was the Quartermaine house. Basically its obnoxious Art Deco design made her want to blow chunks. She was amazed the homeowners association hadn't had a bird when this piece of . . . work went up next to their properties.

"This way." Clearly feeling she had better things to do, Carly's neck breaking stilettos clicked across the marble floor. "Our study." With a slight flick of her hand she indicated to the right. "The dining room."

Nodding to the left, Elizabeth followed her direction and nearly choked on the laughter bubbling up her throat. The odd shaped room was bad enough but the enormous round table made Elizabeth think if King Arthur, but she doubted a king would even want something so gaudy.

"Moving along." Veering to the left, they came upon a small sitting area outside of the kitchen. The glare off the chrome made her eyes water, and after a double take Elizabeth blinked at a computer panel installed into one of the walls.

"These are the stairs to the back wing." Her tone pretty much said it all. These were the stairs the little people used. The stairs she was to use while working in her home. Following her up, Elizabeth found herself wondering if the sway of the blonde's hips was normal, or had she spent hours perfecting the perfect back and forth. Reaching the landing Carly kept up her quick pace. "These are guest rooms, and . . . " Walking several more steps and around a corner Carly halted in front of a door. "This will be your room."

Not giving her chance to even take a peek, Carly was already sashaying down the hall back in the direction they had come. A few more twist and turns and they were on a landing that overlooked the lower foyer. "These are Michael's rooms." Opening a door that clearly led into a playroom, Elizabeth followed her in and stared at the chaos of broken toys heaped in piles around the room. "This is his bathroom." Walking through the Jack and Jill bath, Elizabeth found herself in a bedroom. "And of course his room."

The room was decorated by a colorblind buffoon.

"This way." Apparently not following like a well-trained labradoodle, Elizabeth blinked and found that Carly was already out of the room and headed over what seemed to be a runway hanging between the landing in front of Michael's rooms and the landing on the other side. Call her stupid, but it really didn't seem kid safe.

"These are my . . . the master bedroom." Not knowing why she would ever want to see the inside of her employers' bedroom, Elizabeth shrugged and went with the flow. Walking into the large room she nearly swallowed her tongue. There was no way a sane person decorated this house.

Inside the room was one of the most exquisite collection of Chippendale furniture she'd ever seen. A large masculine four poster bed was the focal point of the room. Its rich color made her want to reach out and touch it. The other pieces were just as impressive.

"I know it's a bit much." Curling her lip, Carly scanned the room. "But my . . . husband insisted he be able to decorate in here."

Kuddos to her husband, Elizabeth thought.

"Through here is the master bath." Again wondering why she would care, Elizabeth followed her in and felt she landed herself in the Disney land of bathrooms. The tub must have easily fit multiple people had four marble steps leading up to its base. The vanity lined an entire wall. But it was the room to the right that was a shower she would gladly die in.

Huge, marble, and with several showerheads coming from the walls, and if she was seeing right, the ceiling.

"This is my . . . our closet." Turning her head just in time, Elizabeth found herself with an armful of clothing. "Every day you are to gather my clothes for dry-cleaning. I don't trust Alice, our maid; she thinks everything can be tossed in the washer. "

And there was the reason why this rabid woman had shown her the master bedroom. "The multi media room, gym and spa are downstairs; I allow the staff to use the gym before seven every morning. Any questions? Good, I'm late for a meeting."

With that Carly was gone like a flash, leaving her opened mouth, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

"I'll take those." A tall, slightly built older woman entered the room and smiled as she took the laundry from her. "Between you and me I know these are dry-clean only. I'm Alice."

"Elizabeth." Still a little stunned, Elizabeth found herself unsure what to do.

"I heard Ms. Carly give you the tour. Let me give you the real tour and get you up to speed." Giving her a knowing look, Alice went on. "These are Carly's suites; Mr. AJ only stays in here if there are guests in the house. Don't worry about her dry-cleaning, I get it daily and if I am in a good mood will send it off." Stepping out of the rooms back onto the landing, Alice nodded toward Michael's room. "Mr. Michael's rooms, Guest rooms, and your room in the back. I've brought up your things and put them in there for you."

"Thanks."

"You've seen the main floor." Hearing the disdain in the woman's tone, it appeared she wasn't impressed either. "Down the stairs from the main floor is the theater, bar area, arcade, pool tables, gym and spa. There's also three additional guest rooms down there. Mr. AJ has a room down there he prefers."

She had been hired to Nanny for a family in desperate need of Dr. Phil.

"Why are you telling me all this?" The older woman seemed to be nice enough. Her words lacked the gun toting disgruntled tone one would expect from an employee who was ready to explode.

"I just want you to know what you're getting yourself into." Indicating she should follow, Alice led her back to the kitchen where another woman was making herself busy. "This is cook."

The woman nodded, not making eye contact. "I have coffee perking."

"So basically while Mr. AJ is away you will be in charge of Mr. Michael. His car service arrives promptly at seven."

"He gets a service to take him to school?" Leaning against the counter, Elizabeth looked at the two women as though they were kidding.

"Only while Mr. AJ is out of town." Alice confirmed. "It also drops him off after school every day. On Mondays and Fridays he has martial arts at four. Soccer at four thirty on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. You can use the house car if you don't want to use your own gas."

"Does Mr. AJ travel a lot?"

"Not like he used to." Alice answered. "He used to be gone a lot, but in the last two years he tries to limit the time he's away. When he is gone it's usually for a week or two. With his position at ELQ it can't be helped."

Reaching out to pick a piece of fruit out of a bowl on the counter, Elizabeth quickly dropped it when Cook looked as though she were about to stab her with a kitchen utensil.

"You eat breakfast?" Elizabeth could hear a distinctive European accent from the woman.

"I wasn't hungry, too nervous." The woman's intense glare forced her to admit the truth and she watched in wonder as the woman jumped to action.

"You're too thin. Sit down I make you omelet."

Nodding to the oddly placed table near the kitchen, Alice whispered rather loudly. "Do as she says or she'll hound you till you eat."

Taking a chair near her, Alice looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Mr. Michael has a hard time when Mr. AJ travels. He can sometimes be a handful-." A snort came from the kitchen. "But all in all he's a good kid."

From Elizabeth's experience whenever an adult had to explain a child's behavior prior to meeting them was never a good thing.

Feeling as though she'd been dropped down the rabbit hole from the land of the normal, Elizabeth wondered if she'd bit off more than she could chew.