Author's Note: No infringement intended. Ok, this is my first time ever posting... After reading some really great works, I officially got up the nerve to turn one of my hand written works into a published piece. PLEASE, be brutally honest (although I hope brutality won't be necessary). I want to say I like Sam hate Liz, but I would not have started watching GH without SJB & SB's portrayals of Carly and Jason. They are what hooked me so I'm a DIEHARD ENDGAME Jarly supporter. While I'm very open to honest critiques of my story, I am not open to Carly-, Jason-, or Jarly-Bashing. I respect other couples have fans, but this is for Jarly fans primarily. I hope my little world can provide a respite from GH's blatant disregard for a supercouple... Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Jax, I just need tonight to myself," she asserts as she stands outside of a seedy bar. Impatience lines her body as she taps her foot in an effort to release the tension. "I know. I know and I'm sorry, but-" She sighs shaking her head in frustration. "I said, I know and I do. Look, I know you leave tomorrow, but why is it a problem for me to take tonight to myself? You'll get to spend the whole night with the kids. You know that with everything that's been going on it's been awhile since you spent some quality time with them."

A smile dawns across her face as she nods in response to whatever is said. "Exactly. Morgan and Josslyn miss you when you're gone. It'll be great for you and the kids to have a night with 'Daddy Jax'. Ok. Uh-huh. You, too. Right, in the morning. I said in the morning, Jax. Uh-huh! Good night, Jax!" She ends the call and releases a sigh of obvious relief as spins around to look up at the sign above the door that reads 'Jake's'.

She tossles her long blonde tresses, adjusts her vintage black Burberry coat and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a small gold keychain that simply says 'Caroline'. She smiles and her eyes become dreamy as she imagines a brown paper bag with scrawl that says 'I couldn't find Carly'. She shakes herself and looks to the door. Carly slides the key into her pocket, squares her shoulders and enters the bar.

Fourteen years… Carly thought with a smirk, giving the bar a dreamy once-over. And it's like nothing has changed. She only pauses a moment to take in the atmosphere before she strides through the bar like she owns it, and whips off her jacket. She doesn't even break her stride on the way to the jukebox as she tosses it on the nearest table. Carly adjusts her tight pink top and short black skirt without a moment's insecurity. All eyes are drawn to her aura of sex appeal & her animal magnetism. The power she exudes is effortless and only magnified by the firm sexy body that doesn't fit the image of a mother of three, one of whom is under the age of 2. Then again, nothing about her should really make sense… What was a 30-something hotel magnate and mother of three doing in a place like Jake's? It wasn't exactly known for being the day-to-day hangout of the types of people who wear vintage Burberry coats.

That isn't what anyone would see when they looked at her now, though. When they looked at her in that moment, it would be all about down & dirty sex… She felt it was fitting because that's exactly how she looked fourteen years ago. Then & now, she had stood out and yet fit in at Jake's. She, who spent hundreds of thousands of dollars as an arbiter of taste for her hotels, loved the cheap décor, the bruised tabletops, the pool tables, and most of all, the jukebox. She put in her quarter and hit a few keys and let her body move to the haunting sounds of Melissa Etheridge.

Please, baby can't you see my mind's a burning hell

I got razors a-rippin' & tearin' & strippin' my heart apart as well.

Tonight you told me that you ache for somethin' new

And some other woman is lookin' like somethin' that might be good for you.

She closes her eyes and goes back in time to a different night when she was a different person and she met her destiny…

Go on and hold her 'til the screamin' is done

Go on believe her as she tells you nothing's wro-ong

He still wasn't sure what brought him to Jake's tonight. There were a million things he could be doing at that very moment. He could be dealing with the business, checking on Michael, making sure Brenda stayed protected, figuring out who the Balkan was, or working Spinelli to figure out what he and Carly were up to… Then there was Sam. He hadn't gotten much quality time with her since this whole thing with Brenda had exploded. And speaking of explosions, he was really worried about Carly. He'd gotten a call from Jax asking her whereabouts and she'd slipped her guards again. Although, to give her credi,t she hadn't done that in months. Maybe he should call Carly and tell her to meet him here at Jake's. Could be that if he got to spend some quality time with her, she might back down and tell him what she was up to so he could stop her. As he moved closer to the door, he was drawn back in time by the music. It seems familiar, he thought as he entered the bar and asked for a beer.

But I'm the only one who'll walk across the fire for you!

And I'm the only one who'll drown in my desire for you…

Suddenly his deja vu intensified and as he took his beer, he turned around to scan the bar. There she is! a voice inside him screamed. How many times since that first night had he looked at her and heard that voice? It was like he was really back there. Like all those years ago, she was wearing some tight pink top and one of those miniscule black skirts that always manage to make his blood boil and his pulse race.

His gaze ate her up as it burned a trail up her long toned legs to her gyrating hips. Just like the first time, all he could imagine was those legs wrapped around his waist as her hips worked him to heaven… He mentally shook himself as she spun around in a circle.

Her eyes and arms and skin won't make it go away

You'll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow that holds you down today

Go on and hold her 'til the screamin' is gone.

Go on believe her when she tells you nothing wrong.

She spins half way around and their eyes meet across the smoky bar. She doesn't miss a beat as a come-hither grin of mischief spreads across her face. He catches the knowing sparkle in her eyes before she whirls back around her skirts floating up enough to flash a hint of thigh, increasing the sex appeal of her dance. He could almost hear her thoughts as if she were speaking them out loud…

I guess I wasn't the only on in the mood to reminisce. Carly thought with a smile as her heart raced. Some things never change. Like so many times before, he was dressed in jeans, a gray tee, and his ever-present leather jacket. This one wasn't the same one he used to wear, but one she'd gotten him for his birthday only a year ago.

She wondered what he was thinking and what he would do next. But all thought melted into amusement as she was tapped on the shoulder. In an instant, she knew who it wasn't and spun to look at yet another Average Joe looking to take a walk on the wild side. The parallels between now and the past weren't lost on her. She caught the attention of a certain smirking blonde as she prepared to let history repeat itself.

"Wanna dance?" the stranger asked.

"Sure," Carly responded noncommittally. Although not with you, she added silently, allowing herself to be drawn to the dance floor. Over the man's shoulder, Carly played the game of cat and mouse they'd played so often over the years, never taking her eyes off of Jason's for too long.

And so it begins, she thinks. Again. Meanwhile, the stranger basks in what he believes to be her undivided attention as he tells her about himself in an effort to entice.

Some things never change, Jason thinks as he fights not to grin over Carly's antics. How she manages to draw them in & make them feel like the center of her attention while maintaining eye contact with me, I'll never know. But then again, gaining and maintaining male attention had never been difficult for Carly. And it was not just because she had that dynamite figure… She was like a vat of honey and men were like flies or bees. No matter if she used and abused them, they all wanted more. He should know. Although they hadn't had sex in almost 14 years, he'd never been able to stay away very long. She looked into his eyes. That spark of devilment in her eyes made him itch. He scratched his cheek and decided it might be time for a game of pool.

It was either play a game of pool or spontaneously combust as she tried to drown him in the endless, dark chocolate pools of her eyes. Jason had always loved this song, but now he realized why as she mouthed the words to him. This and another song in particular always reminded him of the ache that only Carly could ignite and only she could satisfy. It had always been dangerous for them to remember the past because with those memories came a flood of long-buried craving. A passion long-denied. The past reminded him of what it had felt like to have her body pressed against his own, open for anything and everything he demanded. No, backing down had never been Carly's strong suit. No matter how hard he tried to forget, his body never quite managed. All these years of memories and she was still the standard. He'd been praised as an incredible lover, but it had been Carly that showed him the depths of desire and the heights of pleasure. It wasn't even because she'd been his first as Jason Morgan.

It was that indefinable thing that drew men in waves. She was the most erotically sensual, deeply passionate, sexiest woman he'd ever been with. Every touch or breath shared was an adventure. She haunted him in a way no woman ever had… not Robin, not Liz, not Courtney, not even Sam. At the thought of Sam, he realized he was going to have to get some semblance of control. He felt as guilty as if he'd betrayed her, even if it had only been in his thoughts. He quickly hopped off of his seat and headed for the pool table careful to avoid the dance floor.

As he watched covertly, her random stranger, now hooked & yearning, tried to talk her into more dancing. Just as expected, she blew him off as if their dance had never happened and headed for the bar & a beer. I could almost feel sorry for that guy, Jason thought. Almost. He saw Coleman come out of the back and stop in stunned bemusement as he caught a glimpse of a Carly who had long past.

Jason smirked as shock, anticipation, excitement, and arousal flitted across his face. No shot, Coleman, he thought with a touch of pity. Jason tried to muffle a chuckle as took her beer and returned her focus to him. She missed the look of wistful disappointment on the other man's face, but he didn't. He knew in his gut what was coming next. By the time, he turned around from re-racking, she was sitting at the bar sipping a beer, her long legs stretching across the chairs. As Jason became mesmerized by the silky skin she'd placed on display, he felt the past creeping up on him.

This wasn't the best idea the first time I did it, Carly thought to herself as she contemplated the most elegant way down from the stools, she was posed on. Getting on & posing was always the easy part, while getting off was a real problem. I just wish once a certain guy would just sweep me off these seats. However, she knew that was just wishful thinking on her part. He hadn't it back then and considering Jason's lack of romantic background he wasn't likely to come up with it alone. So, she followed the playbook history had drawn and whipped her legs down of the stools. She pulled out a quarter and as he was lining up his shot, she placed it on the table.

"Is this a private game?" She asked coyly. "Or can anyone join?"

"Only if her name is Carly or Caroline Leigh," Jason answered with a smirk. "What took you so long? I figured you'd have made it over here sooner."

"Hey. You were welcome to come and get me any time."

He responded with laughter and leaned against his pool cue. "True enough, but you did seem to be in the mood to relive a little history. You've certainly dressed for it. What's the occasion?"

"You are, silly." Carly leaned into him to give his cheek a kiss. "Happy anniversary, my boy-on-the-side. Fourteen years ago today, you had the excellent taste to check me out at this very same bar and flirt with me. And that laid the groundwork for the best sex of our lives… and the best friendship. I can't believe you walked into this bar and changed the course of my life."

He smiled. "No more than you did mine. I can't take responsibility for all of it." He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"True," she acknowledged, "but we do tend to balance each other pretty well, don't we?"

"If you mean that you're crazy and I'm sane," he smirked. "Then I agree."