Wild Things
Starring: Liason
Disclaimer: Do Not Own Anything Recognizable

Opening Note: In response to arcoiris0502, a brief look into their reactions at the mere thought of her return. It'll go deeper into their thoughts when Elizabeth arrives back in Port Charles, we'll see how they handle her return and how she'll handle their continued relationship. For now, though, I hope you all enjoy a glimpse into the "devil couple" before Elizabeth's arrival in town.

Rain pours down hard on the roof of her car as she makes her way to the Quartermaine estate to meet with the women of the family to go over the plans for the art gallery that Lila was planning to open in town. As much as she loves the family, she couldn't understand why she was invited to partake in such a gathering. She admires art, sure, up to a point, but it was never something she was passionate about. Not like they all seem to be, at least.

Jason doesn't think she should do it if she doesn't really care to, but she couldn't deny his family anything at this point. It pained her to see them hurting without him, much like it had hurt her to see the pain in Elizabeth's eyes a year ago, the anger that lived in her eyes still haunt her till this day. So, even if she doesn't care too much for art, she will help them as they see fit because she owed them that much at least.

"Robin, dear, what brings you by?" Monica questions as she pulls open the door further at the sight of her.

"I...what do you mean?" Robin questions, shrugging out of her raincoat. "Isn't the meeting for the gallery today?"

"Oh, goodness, I had thought I'd called you." Monica sighs, shaking her head just as a loud burst of laughter comes from the family room. "Lila has postponed the meeting for a couple days as she waits for the arrival of someone she's hired to assist with the gallery."

"Oh. She hired someone?"

"Yes. Her own personal artist, from what she was willing to divulge." Monica explains. "I hadn't known there was such a thing as a personal artist, but here we are."

"Oh, okay. I guess I can head home." Robin says as another burst of laughter comes from the family room. "You'll leut me know when the next meeting will be?"

"Of course." Monica assures with a bright smile. "You can still join us if you'd like, wait out the rain for a while. I'm sure it'll let up soon."

"Sure. I'd like that."

Walking into the family room, she's greeted by the sight of Tracy laughing hysterically at Ned who was currently covered in what looked to be chocolate pudding. A laughing smile tugging at her lips, she watches as Ned storms out of the room, but not before granting her a warm greeting, ever the gentleman. Replying in kind, she turns back to the women in the room who were truly getting a kick out of Ned's misfortune. Monica looked like she was on the verge of laughter, as well. Definitely a welcomed sight.

"I can't leave you people alone for even a second." Monica says as she grabs some paper towels from the table. "What even happened in here?"

"He was too busy watching Lois dancing than to watch his footing on the carpet." Tracy explains as she comes down from her laughter high. "One thing led to another and, well, you clearly saw how that ended up."

"Robin, how nice of you to join us." Lois hugs her in greeting. "How have you been? We haven't had a chance to catch up in a while."

"I'm okay. I've been doing rather well given the incident." Robin explains with a soft smile. "No further health scares, thankfully."

"Good, that's really good." Lois smiles brightly. "We still have some dinner on the heaters, if you'd like to eat."

"That would be nice, actually." Robin accepts, walking with Lois to the makeshift dinner table. "Everything looks delicious."

"Cook will appreciate the compliment, I'm sure." Tracy comments as she returns to her usual self. "What I'd like to know is why you'd still want to help given the new addition to the team."

"Why do you say that?" Robin questions as she fixes her plate.

"Oh, Monica didn't tell you?" Tracy looks at her sister-in-law curiously. "How interesting."

"I didn't tell her anything because there's nothing to tell." Monica replies firmly. "We can't know for certain until Lila informs us of such."

"Can't we though?" Tracy counters swiftly. "I mean, honestly, Monica, why else would she let that woman join the planning committee?"

"Carol Webber is just as active in high society as the rest of us." Monica reminds her. "It's not a far stretch to include her in the gallery."

"And Carol's sudden departure to the place where her daughter now resides is merely coincidence." Tracy points out. "Is that what you're telling yourself?"

"Are you talking about Elizabeth Webber?" Robin questions, setting down her plate.

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." Tracy says with a toss of her hands. "Still want to help out on Mother's gallery?"

"All you're doing is speculating and it does no one any good to do so." Monica says before Robin can comment. "Even if it's Elizabeth that Lila hired, its not like Robin's just going to stop helping with the gallery, right?"

"I..." Robin took a quick glance around the room, her anxiety growing with the prospect of Elizabeth's return. "Of course I'll still help, Monica. Its for a good cause, after all."

"You torture the poor child." Tracy shakes her head, clearly seeing the disturbed look on the young woman's face. "Though this is quite entertaining, its a little sad for my taste, so, I think I'll take my leave now."

Watching her leave, Robin could see a look of understanding grace Tracy's features, wondering just how much the woman knew of what happened between the three of them last year. Tracy had always had a sort of soft spot for Elizabeth, something no one else really understood by any means, but it was something a few have come to envy. Tracy didn't care all that much that often, but when she did care she cared fiercely and unconditionally. Something that she knows Elizabeth appreciated over the years, she's sure.

Monica tried to reassure her that the artist in question hadn't been revealed, but she knows in her gut that Tracy was most likely right. The return of Elizabeth left a sort of uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she remembers her echoing words of doom that have haunted her thoughts through her troubles with Jason. She had been there for it all, since he woke up, she knows that he doesn't see Elizabeth in that light, but it still resonated through her that it could change at any moment. Love is a very potent, but sometimes fickle thing and it didn't put her heart at ease any.

For the Quartermaines, it was merely speculation as far as Elizabeth's return, it was a definite thing in the world of Jason Morgan. Sitting at the desk in his penthouse, he stares at the computer screen that depicts Elizabeth's flight details, having anticipated her decision to return to the town. The moment his grandmother informed him of her plans to create an art gallery in town, he knew it was only a matter of time before she returned. Seeing her flight plans in front of him, he just wasn't sure how he felt about her return, but he did know how it would affect his girlfriend.

Though he couldn't care less about what anyone thinks, he has seen what certain people's opinions of them being together has done to her. They see her as the other woman and that's affected her in ways he couldn't have predicted even if he had tried. With Elizabeth's return now, he has to wonder how that'll affect her, having her back in the same town again. Just as he was about to close out the email with her flight plans, Sonny comes walking into the penthouse, his eyes directed to the computer almost immediately, an arched in his eyebrow the moment his eyes met his.

"Don't." Jason states, closing the email before turning off the computer.

"Don't what?" Sonny counters, shutting the door behind him. "Don't point out that it isn't healthy to cyber stalk your ex?"

"That's not what I'm doing."

"Isn't it?" Sonny questions. "I mean, that was her flight plans I just saw on your computer, wasn't it?"

"I keep tabs on all parts of my life." Jason states, grabbing his jacket and gun.

"Oh, so, she's a part of your life?" Sonny snatches that part out of his sentence.

"Figure of speech."

"Hmm, sure, if anyone else said that sentence it'd be a figure of speech." Sonny accepts. "But not you. You don't say what you don't mean."

"What is this?" Jason looks at him seriously. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing." Sonny shakes his head. "Just pointing out the obvious."

"To you maybe." Jason states as he pulls open the door. "You coming or what?"

"Sure." Sonny says, walking past him to the elevator, waiting until they were on the elevator and the doors shut before saying, "Just do yourself a favor, kid, and be honest with yourself if you won't be honest with anyone else."

"Sonny."

"Lets not forget who was there for you when you ended things." Sonny reminds him. "I promised I'd never repeat those words, but it can't be forgotten either. You owe it to yourself to be honest with yourself. To have a clear head going into this, if nothing else."

"You're talking to me about having a clear head about women?"

"Ironic, I know." Sonny chuckles at the thought. "I'm just trying to look out for you, man."

"I know." Jason states. "Just leave it be. I know what I'm doing."

"For your sake, I hope so."

"Can we get back to business now?" Jason questions as the elevator doors open. "Or do you want to stay in your feelings on the elevator?"

"Funny."

Leaving the towers, they climb into the waiting SUV to head to the meeting with the Five Families, something they need in order to ensure safety for the art gallery that his grandmother is hosting. His grandmother doesn't attend much gatherings these days, much less host one, and he wanted to ensure that no one from his world affects it in any way. He'll lend her his security team for good measure, but gaining the Five Families blessing will go a long way to ensure everyone's safety. With the head of the Five Families more than fond of the art world, he didn't see much resistance with their request.

As they venture to the meeting point, Sonny's words echo through his head, knowing the exact encounter his friend had been talking about, having hoped the man forgot it all, but having known he wouldn't. He isn't sure what would happen with her return, but there was one thing he was sure of, it wasn't going to be easy having her back. Not at all.

Closing Note: Thank you all for your continued support and for making it to the end of yet another chapter. I appreciate all the feedback you've been giving me and I hope you will continue to do so with future chapters. I'm not sure if I'll write out her departure or pick up after her arrival in the next chapter, but we shall see. Till then, I wish you happy moments and peaceful slumbers. - Amber