So... I sat down to write tonight, thinking I'd be starting on one of the two challenges Deb gave me, but what happened you might ask, well...I made the mistake of looking at the January challenge and guess what?! Another picture, that I've seen a bazillion times, catches my attention and then wham, bam, thank you ma'am, an idea strikes and the other two story ideas, take a backseat to this one.

Forget what you know about GH, because this won't follow its storyline much at all. What you need to know, there is no Cam, Elizabeth didn't EVER marry Lucky. There is of course the push and pull of Liason, but this one will be more serious and there journey somewhat slower. Thank you again Deb for sharing your wonderful ideas, I promise I'll get to work on them soon. Hope you all enjoy and will let me know what you think. Again Warning for language and adult situations. I will also do by best to post a chapter a day of one story or another - it takes the pressure off of me, having so many stories going on right now, I hope you understand.

I used, 3. Elizabeth helping Jason out of his cuffs at the police dept, for this challenge and will be using another as well...(I can't tell you yet, you have to wait, I'll add it, when I get to that part.) You'd have to go to Heather's Haven to see the challenge ( .com - just remove ().

All I Want is Everything

Prologue

Why did this keep happening to her? Why did she continually love a man that refused to take the necessary steps to make a life with her? Then again, why did she remain in another man's orbit, simply because she didn't want to face the world alone and look like a failure? So many questions and yet, there were no answers to be had.

Wasn't she a moron for coming to his rescue or standing by his side when he needed her?

The answer was simple, the emotions that drove her to do it, to the detriment of her heart, not so much. Love, love dictated that she stand by him, even though he hadn't really proven to be worthy.

Love she realized made little sense most days and was almost always illogical but you didn't love someone for what they could do for you, or to make your life easier, you loved them, because it was like breathing, needed and involuntary.

"Jason, why aren't you asking for your lawyer? You need to get out of here and I know just the way to do it."

"Elizabeth what are you talking about?"

Pulling a handcuff key from her bra, she quickly undid his cuffs before securing it once again in her bra.

Not giving him the chance to second guess her or try to talk her out of her, albeit harebrained idea, she slapped a gun in Jason's hand, pulled his arm until it circled her waist and brought the hand with the gun in it, up to her head.

"Elizabeth! What are you doing?" Jason asked, nearly panicked, trying to drop his gun hand.

"Shut up and play your part and play it well." Elizabeth practically shrieked at him, although, quietly. "HELP, please somebody help!"

"WH…what do you think you are doing, you are going…" Jason hissed at her but stopped talking when half the precinct crowded the small room in an instant.

XxXxX

"What the hell is going on here?" Mac asked. Blinking his eyes as if the image would change and he wouldn't be seeing Jason Morgan holding Elizabeth Webber hostage in his own precinct.

"Morgan, let go of my…Elizabeth!" Lucky demanded.

Mac watched the look pass over both Spencer's and Morgan's face.

"Jason, think about this, you are holding a gun to Elizabeth's head. I don't know where you got the gun nor how my officers missed it but you need to stop this." Mac said, completely out of his comfort zone.

There weren't that many things in his life that he was sure of but one of those things he did know was, Jason Morgan loved the woman in his arms, had for many years. Why they hadn't figured it out and done something about it, still confused him but it wasn't his business, what was, was the fact that the man in front of him looked unsure and almost afraid.

"Jason, put the gun down and let Elizabeth go."

Mac saw something pass over Jason's gaze but it was there and gone before he could even be sure he saw something.

"I can't do that Mac. You need to back your officers off and let us leave here. Don't try to track us." Jason said, feeling more confused than confident but trying to convey the latter to those in the room.

Mac could feel a migraine starting, he wondered if there was any chance he was snug and warm in his bed, dreaming a dream that his over caffeinated mind was creating to screw with him.

He realized that thought was nothing but a pipe dream when Lucky stood in front of him, stomping his feet and whining like a two year old, that Mac needed to fix this.

"Spencer, you work for me, you either call me Sir or Mr. Scorpio. Whining about the unfairness of the situation isn't going to make Jason suddenly see the error of his ways."

"But Mac…"

"Cruz, remove Spencer from my sight, I will not have this turn in to a three ring circus or a blood bath. Jason, there has to be a way we can fix this…misunderstanding."

"I need you and your men to back up and let Elizabeth and me leave. I can't trust you or your men to figure this out, so I'll do it myself."

"Jason, we don't need you going vigilante. Just…"

"Stop, I know you are trying to stall for time, it isn't going to work. Do as I ask, before neither of us can come back from this moment."

Mac weighted his options and realized that while he was almost positive that he wouldn't hurt her, he wasn't one hundred percent sure.

"Everyone back it up, let him leave. Justice will be had, maybe not at this moment, but he will get his."

Why did those words ring falsely in his ears?

XxXxX

It took thirty minutes before Jason would stop glaring at her and another forty before he would speak his first words.

"I don't know what the hell was going through your mind when you cooked up this plan of yours, but you have managed to make me a kidnapper, a kidnapper Elizabeth!"

"Jason, don't yell. I know I didn't think this through but, you needed someone's help. You can be as mad as you like, but with the way things have been going, you'd have been stuck in jail for God knows how long."

"Be that as it may, how do you think you are going to get out of this? If you claim it wasn't a kidnapping, they are going to want to know how I got the gun, why you went along with it…"

"Could you just be happy you are free? Lucky arresting you was bogus. I don't believe for a moment that you are guilty but even if you are, there had to be a reason you did it."

Frustrated, when all she got was his patent glare, Elizabeth closed her eyes, choosing to ignore the infuriating man next to her. Only to have her eyes fly open when the sound of a siren sounded behind their SUV, "Jason, what's going on?"

'When the hell did it get dark?' She thought to herself, when her mind finally figured out that she must have dozed off.

Jason reached over and tightened her seatbelt before pressing his foot down harder on the accelerator, she noticed.

'Oh shit, this isn't good.'

"Just hold on, this could get…dangerous."

"The great Jason Morgan is talking about danger again, color me surprised." Elizabeth replied testily.

"What's with the attitude?"

"Can we talk about my attitude or lack thereof when we aren't being chased by cops?"

"You had me kidnap you, you think anytime soon the cops will just say 'aw-shucks we lost them, oh gee oh dang' and move on?"

"Your sarcasm is not needed nor is it wanted or warranted. I was trying to help you; obviously I made a huge mistake, thinking you'd be grateful." Elizabeth said but added to herself, 'I thought…' well, I don't know what I was thinking, 'wow, I can't even lie to myself while thinking to myself.'

XxXxX

Jason saw the tears but couldn't do anything about them at the moment.

He was about to speed up, when the cop pulled around them and sped off into the distance.

'For once, it had nothing to do with me' he thought with a small smile.

"Elizabeth, this is a serious situation."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"I am not sure you do understand. Elizabeth, with Xavier 'The Fixer' Angelitto trying to take over our territory, everything and everybody is in danger. I should be home trying to find him and his employees not trying to outrun the cops."

"I can't believe this; I risked my life, my friendships, my job and my reputation and this is the thanks I get. Jason find a motel or something, I can't even stand the sight of you right now. Once again you are proving that no one matters but the family you made."

Jason's faced pinched into a look of dismay, that wasn't what he meant. Why did she continually make him lose all sense of his mouth?

"Elizabeth, you know I didn't mean it like that. There are just a lot of people who depend on me and by doing what you did, I'll be letting them down and not only that, they are in twice as much danger now."

"Of course, because you and only you know how to protect everyone, you're Super-Jason. The protector of bleach blonde bimbos, swarthy Italians and let us not forget the helpless children."

"Where is all this animosity coming from, I've done nothing wrong. We've maybe spoken twenty words to each other in the last two months and all of a sudden you show up at the police station and pull something like this, what is really going on?"

"It doesn't matter Jason, I think you've finally pulled my blinders off. I wasn't thinking when I helped you escape, I wasn't thinking when I…"

"When you what?"

"Forget it; just get us somewhere safe and you can go back and save your precious family. I made a huge mistake."

"Elizabeth?"

"Just stop talking. Finding a motel that is the only thing you need to do."

The temperature of the vehicle seemed to have dropped a good twenty degrees by the time he found an out of place motel that rented the rooms by the hour. It wasn't the most luxurious place, that was for sure, but it boasted hot water and a modicum of cleanliness.

He reached over to get Elizabeth's attention, but she recoiled from even at a hint of his touch.

'Nice one Morgan, alienating the one person who could probably right the kidnapping charges.' Dumbass, his mind screamed.

XxXxX

Could this day have been any worse? Elizabeth asked herself.

'Absolutely, he could have stated outright that I meant nothing to him, instead of beating around the bush.' She thought sadly.

When he placed her bag on the double bed and went to put his own on the couch, she finally found her voice.

"You might as well take your stuff back to your vehicle, you won't be staying here."

"What, you want me to get another room?"

"No, not at all, you are going back to Port Charles, your family and friends need you."

"Why the hell did I rent a room if you were just going to change your mind and want to go back?"

With a world weary sigh, Elizabeth explained. "You got the room for me, I'm staying, you're leaving it's as simple as that."

"I can't leave you here alone; it isn't safe, danger is lurking everywhere. For that matter, the cops probably have a bolo out on me and an arrest warrant out for you, just to cover their bases."

"Be that as it may, I'm staying. Jason, you were right, this was a mistake. Do what you do best, walk away, I'm a big girl now; I don't need you trying to protect me. I've lived through the worst." She said, but added for herself. 'My rape isn't even the worst anymore.'

Not able to stand seeing his face, she rushed to the bathroom, throwing over her shoulder a 'good luck', before slamming the door and locking it for good measure.

'How could I have been so wrong?' She asked herself.

"Elizabeth, can't we discuss this like adults?"

"There is nothing to talk about. I've been through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way…" Elizabeth began to say, with a little nod of thanks to David Bowie and his character Jareth, but had to stop when her throat closed and her tears overwhelmed her.

"It's time for you to go Jason, go home."

The silence seemed to stretch and transform, the longer she strained to hear something, the more she didn't hear.

When the door to their room closed with a quiet snick, Elizabeth whispered her goodbyes. Goodbye to the man that had stolen her heart at such a young age and unwittingly never gave it back and goodbye to her life and all that had come before that moment.

'Yes, indeed, goodbye Jason, the time for see you later and so long, has at long last, past.'

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