Ok, so this first chapter is short but we wanted to get it posted before I leave for vacation… so you will all have to wait till next weekend for Chapter 2. There is a lot of background but most of it will be explained as we go along. This is pretty AU, there will be a lot of their history re-written as this moves along. The rating will of course be NC-17/MA.

This fic is co-written by Deb and neither of us are affiliated with ABC, Disney or any of that stuff, the money would be nice but their shows are crap!

Chapter 1

"Elizabeth, I'm not going to argue about this anymore. I don't know what you want from me?"

She slammed her purse down on the counter and looked around to make sure nobody saw. She didn't want to cause a scene. "What I want!? I'm beyond what I want Jason!" She said through gritted teeth. Her words were strong but she kept her voice down so she did not draw attention to them. "Danger, danger, danger… bullshit. Our boys need a father yet you feel it is too dangerous. Sure I agree, your life is dangerous but look at how I see it, or how the boys see it. Take Cameron for instance, you can't come to his very first t-ball game ever or his birthday or holidays. You appear when it is convenient for you and when it is 'safe'." She formed air quotes when she said the word safe.

She took a deep breath, scanned the area once more then continued, "Jason, you are his father and he doesn't understand the danger. All he knows is how to be sad when he sees you at Kelly's with Carly and her boys. What do you think it does to him to keep the secret that his father is not Zander who died years ago."

Jason threw his hands in the air, "That's not fair. I don't get to choose whether Carly puts her boys in harms way but I can for my own."

Elizabeth threw the glass that was in her hand as she remembered the conversation she had with Jason earlier that day. Jason was visiting one of the guards that worked for him. He had gotten injured on the job, a 'freak' accident that was obviously a stab wound but they claimed it was some fall to avoid a police report. When he had arrived she immediately took her break to avoid him. She had gotten good at the no contact agreement over recent months but it didn't help that he was everywhere with everyone, including Michael and Morgan Corinthos. As her break ticked by, her anger increased over their run-in at Kelly's the day before and by the time she walked off the elevator and he was finally leaving, the look she cast his way more then expressed her disgust for him.

It was a love-hate relationship through the years. They loved each other, that certainly was never an issue. The issue was that she also hated him, his job and his life… mostly she hated the way he could make her melt into a pile of goo no matter when or where. Over the years he'd sucked her in many times but, in his defense, he seemed sure they were going to work it out. Each time something would happen though, something dangerous would push them apart and cause one of them to run away, most recently just after Jake was born.

"Mama, what was that crash?" Cameron asked appearing in her bedroom doorway.

Elizabeth jumped at the sound of his voice and rushed over to the wall that the glass had shattered against. "Oh nothing sweetie, I just slipped and my water glass broke."

"It was really loud."

Elizabeth knelt down and began to pick up the pieces of glass. "I'm sorry, it didn't wake Jake up did it?"

Cameron shrugged then shook his head, "I don't fink so."

"I'm alright sweetie. Go ahead and get back into bed."

Cameron's head bobbed up and down then he disappeared from her doorway. She wanted to cry and a few years ago she probably would have but now she was out of tears. The sadness had been replaced with resentment and anger. "Ugh, why do you do this to me." she grunted as she picked up the shards of glass form the hard wood floor.

Once the glass was cleaned up, Elizabeth took a long, hot, relaxing shower. Being a single mother was hard but at the end of the day a long, hot shower always helped bring her out of whatever rut she was in.

When she finally stepped out of the shower and returned to her bedroom she heard the buzz from her cell phone signaling that she missed a call. Looking at the menu on her phone, she smiled when she saw who it was and immediately dialed. "Hey, Sean it's me. Sorry, I was in the shower – no they are in bed – how are things going? – that's good – yea I am tired but I'm glad you called, it was getting late, I wasn't sure if you'd call tonight – I think me and the boys are going to try to soon. They are excited to visit again, maybe we can meet in Rome – yea I will have them call you tomorrow to say hi – haha, yes I will make sure its not too early, we will call after lunch – yea the time difference is difficult – I love you too and I miss you too – talk to you tomorrow – bye."

That phone call was exactly what she needed. She slipped into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a tank top and was just about to climb into bed when her phone rang again, this time with a text message. She looked at the screen and saw it was from a restricted number. Her stomach dropped and she fell onto the side of the bed. She had to read what this one said, it had been a few days since she had gotten one and hoped maybe they would just stop. For over a month she would get a message every day, each one more creepy and daunting then the last. There was also the flowers with no card that she had hoped were from Jason but knew they weren't. Then there was the note in her locker at work and the eyes she could feel watching her at random times when she was shopping or out for a walk. The last text nearly had her driving to the sporting goods store to apply for a permit to carry a gun for protection.

Hesitantly, she flipped the phone open to read her latest taunting message.

We will b **its fate** our day will come