I am truly going to burn in hell for writing this piece. Every Liason fan is going to shun me. Every other fan base will despise me. I am so sick of GH these days, knowing the possibility of cancellation in the horizon and still not putting on their big girl panties and writing some fantastic storylines. I don't care what fan base you are part of, you should all be pissed off by the drivel crap that is being passed off these days.

So here's how this Elizabeth Webber fan wants it to end. I will do my utter best not to belittle other characters. It is true there are a few I could really do without. A few I once adored and gushed over, leave me wanting to throw things at my TV. I have come to grips, have started digging this Ewen dude, and feel for my own piece of mind, this is how I want it to end.

*** Prologue ***

"I hope you can appreciate how dangerous it is for us to meet like this." If he were any less of a man, the scalding look the woman sent him may have had him second guessing himself. But having known her most of his life, he knew she was one for theatrics. She was also a woman driven on revenge.

"Then we should keep this meeting brief." Nodding to the empty chair across the table, he waited until she was seated. Having gone through this meeting several times in his head, he knew achieving the outcome he desired wouldn't be all too difficult.

On the table between them, stacked neatly into three piles were more than a dozen folders. Both knew the contents, having spent hours going over every single one of them. So when her curious eyes were pulled to their presence, he gave her a moment to ponder the direction their encounter.

"I have a slight change I would like to propose." He said, after giving her ample time to run several scenarios through her overactive mind.

"This far into the game?" A slow, sly smile spread across her lips, but her eyes took on an interested glint.

"I am afraid, this modification will momentarily displease you." Holding up a hand as her eyes turned cold, he gave her a look that clearly told her not to interrupt. "Before you say anything, give me a moment to explain, and then see if the out come doesn't please you more."

Shifting restlessly, her prefect posture indicating she was ready for war, she studied him shrewdly. "Continue. But I warn you, I am not easily fooled with pretty words or boyish charm."

"Do you know what every person in these folders have in common?" Nodding toward the table, he waited until her eyes fell back onto the folders. Reaching out, he removed one of the files and held it up for her to see. "This one."

"That's because she's an intrusive little tramp." She sniffed.

Ignoring her, only because he predicted her response, he continued. "I believe with a little work, she could become an extremely beneficial ally."

"Please tell me your kidding." When her drawn out words didn't create any reaction she sat forward abruptly and snatched the folder out from his hands. "There is absolutely nothing redeeming about this woman. She is beneath me. Beneath you. Do you have any idea how disruptive she has been to my plans over the years? She is a pathetic waste of space."

"I beg to differ." He answered solemnly. "But I do hate to distress you, so please except my apology and we will forget this conversation." Again he knew he must play into her theatrics. It was a necessary evil, he knew this going in.

"I don't feel you comprehend the time I have put into this - adventure.." Apparently she wasn't ready to let the matter drop, as he anticipated. Her eyes dropped back to the folder again, her dark scowl deepened. "Please tell me you haven't fallen victim to this little trollops wide-eyed manipulations."

"I can't lie, she intrigues me."

"You disappoint me."

"That wasn't my goal."

"This town has been a thorn in my side for decades. I have lost more than you can imagine to these pathetic imbeciles. Why should we change the game now?"

"Please remember Aunt, where this is a game of revenge for you, this is only an experiment for me. These people mean nothing to me. But that one" Nodding to the folder clenched tightly in her hand, he smirked when she discarded it onto one of the piles. "has qualities I feel can achieve a better result."

"So you only wish to use her as a pawn." She asked slowly.

"To a degree." It was all he would say on the matter. There was a line he learned years ago with this woman, his aunt.

"Indulge me. What, pray tell do you think can be accomplished by utilizing her?"

"How about the decimation of the Spencer clan?"

"My fondest dream." She purred.

"Not to mention the fall of Port Charles's most prominent families." He didn't care about the fallout of his Aunt's little game. From what he had read and witnessed first hand, there wasn't a more deserving bunch. The town possessed a collection of the most narcissistic inhabitants he'd ever run across.

Her mouth pinched, as she went over the different possibilities. How many more scenarios her game could end. "I hate to see her go unpunished."

"You took her youngest child." Giving her a pointed look, he smirked when she squirmed. "Which reminds me, I will need him back."

"Absolutely not." She snapped.

"Aunt I hope this doesn't come out overly blunt. But if you wish for my assistance in this little masterpiece of yours, I must insist on it. The devastation his 'reappearance' will create will proved enough entertainment for you. Will put Elizabeth in a position to trust me more. If I am able to remove these feelings of blind loyalty she feels she owes these people, he is paramount to my plans."

"Ewen please tell me you don't wish a future with Ms. Webber. She has more baggage than Louis Vuitton."

"It's one of several possible outcomes."

"I loathe her."

"Dully noted."

"But the chaos it would create when the people in this backwater town find out you're a Cassidine." With a deep breath, Helena Cassidine stood. "Fine. I will allow you to run this little experiment. But I warn you Ewen, at anytime I feel your path isn't giving the satisfaction I deserve I will end Elizabeth Webber's life. No matter how intrigued you are of her."

He also anticipated her final words. Fully knowing they weren't said for her dramatic exit. Helena Cassidine never exaggerated a death threat.