A/N: This story has a lot of the history altered to fit my needs and wants. :) It should start to come together as you read, but if you have any questions, please ask because sometimes I will think that I explained something and it turns out that I accidently left it out.

Please take the time to review and offer any suggestions. While I am about five chapters in, I am open to suggestions on what you would like to see. It also gives me an idea of if the story is worth continuing. Hope that you enjoy the first part.

Chapter One

Standing on the docks watching the storm approach, she closed her eyes as the wind rushed through her hair. A couple years ago she had been uneasy during storms, enough so that she would jump every time thunder boomed. Now they soothed her, almost in a hypnotic way. But then again, Georgie Jones was no longer the same sweet girl that had lived in Port Charles almost three years ago. It had been the center of conversation throughout the town, especially since she had refused to utter one word about where she had been and what had happened during the time that everyone had believed her to be dead. Her abduction, faked death, and sudden return from seemingly nowhere two weeks ago was being discussed to the point that she was ready to scream in frustration. It was like no one cared that she never wanted to even think of that time, let alone discuss it.

"Georgie?"

Turning, she brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and searched the darkness for the familiar voice. Spotting Lulu standing on the stairs with her boyfriend, Dante Falconeri, she nodded. "Hey, guys."

"We were heading to Kelly's." Lulu shifted, uncomfortable with the faraway look in her eyes. "Do you want to join us? Maxie and Coop should be there too. We are suppose to meet them there."

"No, but thanks anyway."

"We could give you a lift back to the house, if you want." Dante's face was illuminated as a streak of lightening shot across the sky. Concerned about his boss's daughter, he looked out at the gathering clouds. "It is going to be a bad storm."

"I appreciate the offer, Dante, but you and Lulu should go and enjoy your dinner. I'll be fine. Tell Maxie and Coop that I said hi." Watching as the couple relunctantly headed toward Kelly's, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Someone trying to babysit her was the last thing that she needed or wanted tonight.

Leaning against the railing as the rain finally started, Georgie let her mind drift. She only had a couple of hours before she had to pick her two year old daughter up. Although Mac had been shocked and questioned her relentlessly about her having a child, he loved spending time with her. And having missed the first couple years of her life, he tended to spoil her rotten. Maxie was worse though. She had practically filled the house that Georgie had rented with gifts and clothes for her niece. Having her family accept Baylor had been a huge burden lifted off of her shoulders. The possibility of them rejecting Baylor had been her main fear about coming home. Because if they had treated Baylor with anything besides love, Georgie would have left and never looked back. Baylor Michelle Jones was the only reason that she had kept going for awhile.

Feeling the hair on her neck rise, she stiffened. Slowly turning, her eyes immediately found the person that she had felt watching her. It was the first time that she had seen him since she had returned, and by the look on his face, he had must have been out of town when she had arrived, because his shocked expression made her smile. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she joked as he continued to stare.

"But I thought..."

"Yeah, I know. But let's not talk about that." Looking back out at the turbulent water, she felt the smile slide from her face. "How have you been, Logan?"

"Um, alright, I guess." Moving up so that he was standing beside her, he studied her profile. "Coop called me while I was visiting my ma in Texas and said that things were crazy up here. I guess he wasn't kiddin. When did you get back... from wherever?"

"Two weeks ago. Maxie and Mac about passed out when I walked into Kelly's. It was hectic, to say the least."

Looking over at her standing in the pouring rain, he instinctively knew that any questions would only make her shut down. They had never been friends, but Logan could read peeople well, a skill that the military had taught him. And it was obvious that Georgie was not the same person that had served him coffee at Kelly's and lectured him on his 'who gives a damn' attitude. "Well, kid, I can honestly say that I am happy that you are back."

"I missed being here," she admitted softly. "But I forgot how fast word tended to spread here. I am surprised that no one that you ran into once you got back told you that I had been resurrected."

Catching the bitterness, he could relate. In Port Charles, everyone knew one another's business. It was a little much at times. He couldn't even begin to imagine how the town had been set an it's ear when she had showed up. "Maybe that is because I just got back. I was just heading to my apartment when I saw you. I pinched myself to see if I was dreamin."

Amused, she laughed. "I've got that reaction a few times. I just ignore it." Thunder cracked close by, causing her to look up at the sky. "I should probably go. I need to change before picking Baylor up. Mac will freak if I show up drenched. He is already worrying about us too much."

Lifting an eyebrow, Logan waited until she looked at him. "Baylor?"

Her deep, brown eyes softened as a smile curved her lips. "My daughter. He offered to watch her this evening while I took care of some things."

"Your daughter?" he repeated. Noticing her stiffen, he kept his curiousity to himself. "Congratulations, Georgie. I'm sure that she is a doll baby."

Relaxing, she smirked. "Try a mixture of an angel and a little devil. I will be glad when she leaves the terrible two's behind." Looking back out at the tossing waves of the water, she wished that she could stay until the storm ended. "Well, I had better go. I'm sure that I will see you around some."

"Maybe next time I will get to meet your baby girl." Stopping her as she turned, Logan touched her arm. "I really am glad that you are okay, Georgie. And I'm sure that your family is on cloud nine too. Watching Maxie fall apart was hard."

Avoiding his eyes, she fought back her emotions. "T-thanks, Logan. I guess that never giving up does work out sometimes. And I'm sure that you will meet Bay. She is most always with me."

Leaving him standing in the dark, Georgie walked slowly as she headed toward the house that she had rented the day that she had returned. It was a small cottage that was in the same neighborhood as Elizabeth's and Robin's. Both Mac and Maxie had tried their best to convince her to stay at the house that she had grew up in, but Georgie was adamant that her and Baylor needed their own place. Not only did she not think that she could go back to following someone else's rules, but she needed the privacy. The only thing that had stopped Mac from coming unglued was the close proximity that it was to people that he trusted.

Unlocking the front door forty minutes later, she kicked off her soggy shoes and flipped on the lights. Seeing that she still had almost an hour before the arranged pick up time, she took a hot shower. Still wrapped in her towel afterwards, she wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at her reflection.

Finally lowering the protective shield that she wore for everyone else's benefit, she let the motions that she kept hidden show. Lowering herself to the floor, she leaned her head back against the bathroom sink and took several deep breaths. It was times like the past couple days that only made her wish that she had just taken off for somewhere that no one knew her, or her past. It was harder pretending that she had expected. But the strong love of her family had brought her back to the town that now walked on egg shells around her.

Pulling herself together, she shakily stood and avoided looking at the mirror as she hurriedly dressed. Downstairs she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before swallowing a tylenol for the headache that was building at the base of her skull. Before leaving, her expression was back to the same one that she had perfected to an art.

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Groaning as she sat back down on the blanket spread on the grass in the park, Elizabeth Webber frowned at her oldest son. "I swear, military school is looking awfully good right now."

"Hmm, I thought that brothers always picked on each other. Isn't that the natural order of things?"

Snorting, she shook her head. "I just hope that Cam and Jake grow out of this phase soon. Always breaking up their fights is getting old." Pausing to take a drink of her tea, Elizabeth smiled at the sleeping child on the blanket before focusing on Georgie. "How are you really doing, Georgie?"

Shrugging, she watched the boys play. "Okay, I guess. It's just all the questions are getting old. No one seems to understand that I don't want to talk about it."

"Unfortunately, that won't stop. When Lucky returned after everyone thought he was dead, it took years for the curiousity to fade. But with you returning with Baylor, I'm afraid that I think it will always be there." Seeing her wince, Elizabeth felt for her. "Anytime that you need to just vent, I am here to listen. Don't keep it all bottled up. It will only build up until you explode."

"I still remember the day that I caught a glimpse of Jason. I thought that I was seeing things. I had given up all hope, so I thought that my imagination was playing tricks on me." A sad laugh escaped from her throat. "But the next thing I knew, him and another ghost was there, talking to me and Bay. I'll never be able to thank them, Elizabeth. They gave me my life back, and Bay a chance at a normal childhood."

Her own eyes filling with moisture, Elizabeth blinked back the tears as she watched the young mother wipe away a tear. "OB's call was a shock. No one had any reason to think that you weren't dead, that you hadn't been another victim of the TMK. It was a miracle that Johnny just happened to stumble across the town that you were in that day. Jason and him started planning to reach out to you right away." Remembering what all had been going on at that time, Elizabeth grimaced. "Jason and I were still pretending that Lucky was Jake's father and we were seeing each other secretly. It was after the guys helped you relocate that we decided life was too short and stopped all the lies and hiding. Lucky was not pleased that we told the truth about Jake, but it was the right thing. Just like you deciding to come back here and let your family know that you are alive was. It will get easier to be here, Georgie. You just have to give it time."

"I know that you had a hard time not telling Mac that I was alive before I was ready to come back. I want to thank you for giving me time, Elizabeth, and I'm sorry to have put you in that position. But the six months that I spent in Ireland helped me regain some of myself that had been lost."

Her heart aching for the woman that she had come to respect and call a friend, Elizabeth leaned over and hugged her as she started to cry again. "Shh. Georgie, you needed that time. I understood that. We all did. It was hard to see Mac, Maxie, and Robin mourning you, but I knew that you were not even close to being ready to come home and face all the questions that you are getting now. That time that you spent with OB and his family, you needed it for your sanity, and your daughter's sake. Nothing in this world is more important than being there for your child."

Needing to change the subject before she completely broke down in public, Georgie wiped her face and gave Elizabeth a wobbly smile. "Enough about me. Since I missed all the excitement, fill me in on how the town reacted to the news of Jake being Jason's son."

Giving her a knowing look, Elizabeth laughed. "Bad. Carly was the worst though, except for Sam and Lucky running a close tie for second place. My grams was disappointed, of course. The Quartermaine's were thrilled and Edward was and is relentless about the next heir for ELQ. Basically what you woud expect from the look of amusement on your face."

Bursting into laughter, Georgie struggled to catch her breath while Elizabeth gave her a mock frown. "Sorry. But I can just see Carly wigging out. She always acted like she owned Jason anyway. And Sam and Lucky are just selfish. I was not surprised to see them hanging all over each other at Kelly's. They will end up hurting each other with their destructive natures." Pausing and watching the boys on the swings, she smoothed the edge of the blanket. "I heard that Anthony Zacchara came after you and the boys shortly after Jake's paternity became public. OB was concerned, really concerned."

Shivering at the memory, Elizabeth nodded. "If it wasn't for Johnny Zacchara coming forward and warning Jason, we wouldn't have been prepared. We owe him our lives."

"Johnny warned you?"

Noticing Georgie's surprise, Elizabeth remembered how reckless and angry the younger man had been before Georgie had been taken. "He did. Johnny's changed a lot, especially after he stopped playing the games that Lulu thrived on before she settled down with Dante. Actually, Johnny and Jason worked together to get his father locked up at Roselawn. And now Jason is helping him with his father's business since he never really wanted to run it."

Both women looked over as Baylor sat up and blinked owlishly. Reaching over and lifting her little girl, sitting her on her lap, Georgie smoothed her dark brown curls from her face. "Hey, baby girl!"

Snuggling into her arms, Baylor offered them a small grin and sleepily rubbed her chocolate colored eyes. "Hiya, Aunt Lizzie! Momma, I's thirsty."

Opening the cooler that they had brought to the park, Elizabeth shoved a straw into a juice box and handed it to the little imp. "Here you go, Baylor. Did you have a nice nap?"

"Yeps, until yous talking woke me ups."

Exchanging amused looks, both women laughed as the little girl frowned. But the frown quickly morphed into a large grin as Cam and Jake ran over to see if she wanted to play. Watching the three head off to the sandbox with Baylor holding each of their hands, Georgie giggled. "Sorry, Elizabeth, but I don't think Cam needs military school. You do realize that no nine and six year old boys play in a sandbox for their own enjoyment. They are both so good with Bay. It's nice that they will entertain her considering the age difference."

A sly grin spread across her face and her eyes sparkled. "They are practicing."

Eyes widening, Georgie squealed as she hugged her. "That's great! Congratulations! How far along are you?"

"Six weeks. So I think that the boys are using Baylor as preparation. Emma too when she is around. They are demanding a girl so they don't have to share toys." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

Looking at the trio, Georgie chuckled as she watched Baylor dump sand over Jake's blond head. "You're brave, I'll give you that. One is a handful for me. I can't imagine three. I sometimes think that Bay inherited Maxie's gene for trouble. I hope that she outgrows it."

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Frustrated with the way that they day was going, Jason scowled at the paperwork sitting on his desk. While the routine of going through the ledgers never bothered him, his mind was preoccupied today. Pinching his nose as someone knocked on the office door, he growled, slamming the pencil on the desk top. "What?" he barked.

Entering the office, Johnny Zacchara lifted an eyebrow in question. "Hey. You would think that I would be the grumpy one since I just got back. What is your problem?"

"Just a lot of different crap all at once." Leaning back in the chair, he watched as Johnny sat across from him. "How did your uncle react to the offer?"

"Let's just say that Uncle Rudy is not thrilled with his current situation caused by Claudia's mistakes. But he refused to give me an answer me right away. Said that he needed time to think things through, but he was interested." Shoving a hand through his dark hair, Johnny watched as Jason nodded. "If he decides to sell, I will fly back over and finalize the deal. Any problems that I should know about while gone?"

"Just one. Your father. Trevor is trying to get him out, released to Lansing's care."

Immediately understanding Jason's mood, his own darkened. Having Anthony back out, especially with Trevor's influence, would only create more chaos. "Damn. We are just now getting everything calmed down from his last freaking meltdown. Did you up the guards on Elizabeth and the boys? With my father, better safe than sorry."

"Yeah. I added Marco to the detail for the boys. I already had Ritchie on Elizabeth's, and Cody will be helping out some too." Seeing his look, Jason pinched his nose again. "What?"

"Nothing. I just thought that Milo was Elizabeth's main guard."

"I moved him to keep an eye on Georgie, from a distance since she would have my head if she knew that I placed a guard on her."

Running the name through his mind and coming up blank, Johnny looked over at him and frowned. "Who is Georgie?"

Stopping, Jason blinked in surprise. "You didn't hear? Georgie Jones is alive. She came back two weeks ago to Port Charles." Knowing that he needed to watch what he said so he did not reveal anything not already out for public knowledge, Jason decided to stop there unless asked anything.

"Maxie's sister, Georgie?" Stunned at the nod, he leaned back. "But it's been three years. Where was she? What happened?"

"No one knows. Georgie refuses to talk about anything from the time that she was attacked in the park, up until two weeks ago. Elizabeth and her have spent some time together since she rented a house just a few down from us, but she never mentions anything from the three year span when she and Baylor are at the house visiting."

"Poor girl. I'm glad that she is back though. She was always polite when she waited on me at Kelly's. Her and Maxie are so different, at least from what I have seen."

Jason smirked. "I have never seen two siblings so different. They are polar opposites. But hopefully having her sister back and gaining a niece will calm Maxie down some. I get a damn headache everytime she is near."

Laughing, he stopped abruptly as the word niece sunk in. "Georgie came back with a kid?"

"A daughter," Jason confirmed, knowing exactly what was running through the other man's head. Everyone in town was murmuring over it. "Baylor is two. Beautiful little girl that looks just like her mother."

"Wow. I understand now why you have Milo watching out for her."

They both looked up as Diane entered the office and slammed the door. Her face was almost as red as her hair as she tossed her briefcase into the empty chair beside Johnny and began to pace. Amused at her antics, Johnny leaned back to watch the show. Normally her and Jason's talks could be entertaining, as long as he was left out of it.

"Diane, you could freaking knock when the door is shut," Jason snarled.

"Well, it is always shut," she snarked right back, her steps never faltering. "And why bother? You just bark out to enter like we servants are at your command."

Covering his laughter with a cough, Johnny winced at the dark glare that recieved.

"Could you please just tell me why you are in a snit? I already have a headache."

A devilish glint entered the lawyers eyes. "Oh, pardon me! I just thought that you might want to be aware that your former partner and friend attempted to bribe the judge that is over the mobster in training's father," she spat, pointing at Johnny. Nodding at the look on both of their face's, she stopped pacing. "I already reported it, but you need to keep an eye on Sonny. He is up to something and I am sick of trying to stay one step ahead of him."

Bewildered, Jason groaned. "Perfect. Just freaking fantastic! This is all that we need now."

"On better news, I found the autopsy report that you asked for. It lists the cause of death was natural causes." Her entire demeanor changed, softening. "And the blood types were a match. Both were AB positive."

His eyes flashed with an emotion that both Johnny and Diane recognized. While she agreed and understood his reaction, Johnny was lost. The last part of the entire conversation made no sense to him.

"I will take care of Sonny. Thank you, Diane, for all the extra digging around that you did."

"It's what you pay me for." Wiggling her eyebrows, the redhead grinned. "By the way, I saw Elizabeth and the boys today. They were chattering on about getting a sister. Congratulations, Jason! But just one question. Are you going to marry that woman sometime in this lifetime? She is a saint to put up with you, you know."

Chuckling, Jason shook his head in exasperation. "Thank you, Diane. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bursting into laughter after Diane sailed from the room mumbling about stubborn, pigheaded morons, Johnny wiped tears from his eyes. "She is certainly not shy with her opinions. Congratulation, man. I'm happy for you and Elizabeth."

"Thanks." Looking at his watch, he rubbed his temples. "I am meeting Elizabeth and the kids at Kelly's for dinner. She wanted you to join us if you can."

Standing, Johnny nodded. "Let's go. I'm starving."