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Author's Note MUST READ!

Another, I'm improving on cleaning up any errors in my story, so bear with me on that situation. From the first story I posted, you can see I've gotten better.

Now for this story, let me clear things up!

1)He is Jason Morgan. The accident happened, but during that time, Liz and Jason Quartermaine dated.

2)The rape happened, but not the age of 16. She was eighteen, which lead her to meet Lucky. So, everything is pretty much the same, but she ends up with Nikolas. Aiden is his child and Jake is Jason's.

3) Elena's appearance is brown hair, brown eyes.

4)Jason is in the mafia. Jason is portrayed by Steve Burton.

6) Jason and Sonny are best friends and partners in the mob. They still have their rocky history

Any other changes will be posted before every chapter, so read A/N, so I won't leave many! Thanks for the patience

Elena's POV

Now, I was watching television, Days Of Our Lives, and eating the dinner they brought for me. My mom met up with my dad, leaving me alone, which I'm grateful for. Nurses and my doctor been in and out, leaving me restless. I looked when I heard the door opened, seeing Nurse Webber.

She smiled coming in, coming over. "How are you doing?" Elizabeth said, getting out her stethoscope.

Her cool hands opened up the thin hospital dress and placing the round part over my heart. "Good. My seizure didn't leave me temporarily paralyzed this time around." I joked, but one look at her face told me it wasn't so funny. "Sorry. Dark humor." I said as she wrote down on her chart.

"No, it's okay. It caught me off guard. It seems you had it rough." Elizabeth commented.

I hunched my shoulders. "Physically, yes, but I had a great life to balance out the bad. I'm not denying I didn't have my moments where I wanted to give up, but I bounced back the best way I could." I said as I reached out my arm for her to take my blood pressure.

She nods, smiling. "That's nice. That is what we all hope for." Elizabeth said, distractedly. She observed the numbers, then she scribbled down in her chart again.

"Do you have any kids?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Three little boys, newborn baby girl, and a step-son." Liz responded.

"Thats nice. So, you are marry?" I asked as I watched her change out the IV.

"Yes. For two years now." She said with a smile. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She looked up at me.

I shook my head, sadness stewing inside of me. I put a smile on my face. "No. Never had one. No point in leaving more people to grieve for me. I'm content like this." I said, turning my attentions to the t.v..

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it is okay. Feel free to ask me anything." I said, sighing.

Elizabeth and I started to talk, telling her where I'm from. By the time my parents came back, we were laughing to the point I couldn't breathe.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked, looking at Elizabeth with a stern face. I frowned.

"She was doing my check up, mom." I explained, looking at her.

"Not to be rude, but talking isn't what you are paid for." Mom said in a calm tone. Dad reached out to her.

"Miranda, relax. Nurse Webber is only comforting Elena." My dad said, looking hesitantly over to Nurse Webber.

Mom sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "I'm sorry. It's been a rough day." Mom answered, while dad rubbed her shoulders.

Webber shook her head gently. "No, it's fine. I'm all done here. See you guys later." Webber patted my hand softly, before making her exit.

"What's going on?" I questioned soon as I heard the click from the door.

"What do you mean, Elle?" Dad questioned, sitting on the bed next to me. He caressed my head as he look down with admiration.

"Every time Nurse Webber is around, you guys look like you've seen a ghost. Anyone can tell there is more than a brief meeting in the past." I questioned, looking over to my mom especially.

"There is nothing for you to worry about, sweetie. I promise to apologize later." Mom countered, totally avoiding the question.

"Good news! Dr. Drake says everything is looking good, but he wants to keep you overnight before he discharge you in the morning! You will even have all your test done." Dad said happily, looking over to my mom for a quick second.

"That's good. How was your interview with Dr. Quartermaine?" I smiled.

"Well, I was offered a position, but she understood my answer would depend on Dr. Drake's decision in a week." Dad explained, laying next to me.

"That's good. Maybe we should go out tomorrow. Have a nice family gathering." My mom offered.

"We will see. All these test has me exhausted." I said as I went back to my traveling guide.

"Okay, sweetie. Would you like us to stay the night with you?" Dad asked, patting my knee.

"No, I'm fine. Go back to hotel and get a good night's sleep for me." I said.

My family lingered for another hour before taking their leave from the hospital. I sigh with restless as I flipped through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch.

I heard the door creak open, leading my eyes to Nurse Webber, peeking her head through.

"I'm heading out for night. Can I get you something before I leave?" She asked as she leaned more into the doorway.

"If I asked what was going on between you and my parents, would you tell me?" I asked as I looked to her.

She looked to me in silence, before exhaling. "I would if I could, but I think that is something that should come from your parents. When they do tell you, just know I will be here to answer any question that you have." She retorted.

I could have been a brat about it, demanding answers, but I simply nodded and turned my attention back to dull television. "Have a nice night, Nurse Webber. See you tomorrow." I said simply.

"See you tomorrow, Elena." I heard the soft click of the door, but I could see her silhouette outside the door. After a few moments, she walked away, leaving me with my restless thoughts.

Elizabeth's POV

I paced outside of Jason's apartment for the past ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock. My phone started to vibrate.

I looked down and saw 'Nikolas' flashing across the screen. I sent a quick text to tell him I was fine that I would be home soon.

I walked close to the door, breathing in and out. I did three rapid knocks, before flinching away as if it caught fire. I felt panic swell in me. "God! Why did I do that!? Stupid!" I mumbled to myself.

"That would be one of the many words to describe you." I heard Sam's poisonous voice speak from behind me.

My nervousness dry, replaced with annoyance. I turned back around. I held my wit, because I didn't come for her.

"Is Jason here? I need to talk to him." Glaring at the bitch that could invoke more anger in me than any person in this town.

Her perfectly arched eyebrows slanted downward. She crossed her arms in perfect arrogance. "What do you need him for? He is not going to get wrapped up in your troubles again, Elizabeth. So take your pity act somewhere else. Preferably your husband." Sam snarked.

She went to slam the door in my face, but I stopped the door with a hard slam of my hand. I pushed past her, despite her protest.

At the same time, Jason was making an entrance, holding his son in his arms. I ignored the twinge of anger.

"Liz, what are doing here? Is something wrong?" Jason asked as he finished his trip down the stairs. Danny cooed as he saw Sam coming to Jason's side.

"Ummmm, no, but I do need talk you about something important. Alone." I directed the last part to Sam, who would no doubt make a fuss.

Jason nodded, before handing over Danny. Out of my peripheral, I see Sam's mouth open, but Jason stops her.

"Sam, please just give us a moment." I fought off every urge not to smirk just to annoy her more, but the i'm trying not be childish when it comes to our situation.

Sam glared at me, before making her way up the stairs.

There was a few moments of silence, awkward as hell. "Would you like to have a seat?" Jason asked, hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

"I'm too damn nervous to have a seat. Look, I know we agreed to give each other space, but something has came up." I said as fiddled with my fingers.

"Is Jake okay?" Jason asked. He moved closer towards me, but I moved away slightly. Honestly, I don't think either dealt with our feelings with each other, so I didn't want feel the flutters that developed whenever he was around.

I knew he wasn't happy with my decision to cut him out of my life, because it was detrimental to my sanity and overall I loved Nikolas.

"Jake is fine, Jason. This has to deal more with yourself before the accident. Jason Quartermaine." I said, watching the slight frown on his face. It was always a uncomfortable topic for him to discuss, so I almost felt guilty.

"What about him?" Jason took a seat on the black leather recliner, facing me.

"I never told anyone this, but we or Jason Q. was fooling around when were teenagers." I said as I took a seat farthest away from him. His cold, blue eyes was completely focused on me.

"I don't understand. How did we even cross paths in that way?" Jason questions.

"That doesn't matter at this particular time. What I needed to tell you were that after your accident, I found out I was pregnant, Jason." I just came out and said it. I didn't want to be here any longer than I had to.

I jumped as my phone once again vibrated in my back pocket. I chanced a look to Jason, who eyes were trained on.

I answered my phone without looking. "Hello?" I asked as I got up from my seat.

"Where are you? Did you go see Jason?" Robin asked over the phone.

"Robin, this isn't the best time. I'm with someone right now." I said, trying to avoid using Jason name.

"Oh shit! You with him now!" Robin said.

Then I heard a voice in the background. "Mommy, that's a bad word! Swear jar!" Robin's daughter yelled.

"I swear she was in her room!" I heard Robin mumbled.

"She is just racking up money! Anyways, I have to go." I said, feeling that familiar stare.

"Okay. Call me straight away when you're done. Love ya, bye!" Robin said. The phone disconnected, leaving me in silence again.

"Why did you never tell me? Why now?" Jason asked.

I turned with a sigh. "Jason, you didn't even know who you were. Your family didn't particularly like me, except for Lila. I was already a burden to my own grandmother. To put it simply, we were not in the best of situation. As to why I didn't tell you later on, I don't know." I blew out a loud breath. I ran my hand through my curls.

"Why now, Elizabeth?!" Jason was agitated, which clear from the emotion, which I rarely see from Jason.

"I gave my baby up for adoption to a nice couple. They lived here briefly. She's sick, Jason. They came back for consultations with Patrick in the last few days. Patrick needs to run a full medical history from both our families." I explained.

"Her? I have a daughter. What's her name?" Jason asked. Despite the situation, I could see a very small smile come from him, but gone as quick as it came.

"Elena Gilbert, but the parents wish for us to have limited contact, Jason. Honestly, I agree with them. Anyways, if you can visit Patrick in the next few days that would be helpful." I looked to Jason before making the decision that I said all had to say.

"Jason, I'm really sorry about this, but neither us was in the right place to take care of a child. I made the hardest and the best decision for her." I added on, but Jason remained quiet, not looking at me anymore.

I collected my phone and headed to the door. "What does she look like?" Jason asked, stopping me before I exited the door.

I smiled. "She's beautiful, Jason. She has thick, long brown hair with your bright brown eyes. She looks my grandfather. She likes traveling guides. I just shook my head in disbelief, while imaging you for hours would sit up a read traveling guides as if they Stephen King novels." I was about to say more, before I realize that I shouldn't go into detail about Elena. She wasn't our child and this was making it worse.

"I know that this is alot to take in right now and I'm sorry. Stop by tomorrow morning during my shift and we can take care of things there." I said, continuing towards the door. Jason behind me quietly, opening the door for me.

I turned around, cuffing my hair behind my ears. Hesitating, I said, "Ummm, maybe if no one is around, you could accidently return my phone to me while I'm checking on Elena in Room 506 if you want." I scratched my head awkwardly, waiting for his answer.

He nodded absently, knowing he was trying to come to grips with everything. "I would appreciate that, Liz. And I will be there first thing in the morning." Jason said, lowly looking me in the eyes.

The atmosphere between us years ago was so easy. We never felt unease to talk to one another, but now it as if we were in two different worlds. "See you in the morning, Jason." I said, before walking away.

I drove around Port Charles, trying to clear my head, before going home to Nikolas. I finally pull up to our family home, seeing the lights on in the living room. I park the car in the garage and went through that entrance into the house. "Nikolas, I'm home!" I spoke up, tossing my purse onto the marble countertop.

I hear footsteps heading my way as I take work shoes off at the door. I look up to smile widely to see Nikolas step in the room, holding our precious girl, Eliza. He was rocking her gently, even though she was asleep. "Hi, babe. How was work?" He asked, coming over to kiss me.

I groaned as laid my head against his chest, figuring out how to break the news to Nikolas. He chuckles softly, wrapping a arm around me. "It has been a long day, Nik. Give me a moment to relax, then we have to talk about a few things." I said, pulling away to lean against the counter.

Nikolas frown a bit, looking at me concerned. "Did something happen? Something wrong?" He inquired, placing his hand back on Eliza's back.

I made a face, shaking my hand in so-so gesture. "Not bad, but I guess it depends how you react. Let me take a shower and get ready for bed and you put Eliza to bed, then we can talk." I kissed Eliza head, wishing her sweet dreams, before heading upstairs to my bathroom.

Elena's POV

I sighed, irritated that I couldn't go to sleep. I tossed and turned multiple times, before giving up. Calling my friends were out of the question since it was late in the night. I looked the windows barely seeing any of the nurses roaming the halls.

Mind made up, I get from the bed, grabbing my robe off the chair, then grabbed my oxygen tank on the way out. I looked down the halls to see that had a chance to escape my room for a few moments.

I creep the halls towards the elevators without interference. It was quiet and no one was around, creeping me out. I made it to the elevators, but let out a little yelp when I heard someone call out "Mystery girl!" I groaned in pain as I hit wall, instantly grabbing at my shoulder.

Hurried footsteps made their way to me, asking if I was okay. I looked up to see the guy from the Kelley's. I breathe in, enjoying the Irish Spring scent coming from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Stefan said, helping me stand up straight.

"Don't worry. I'm a jumpy person. How are you?" I asked, adjusting my nasal cannula back in my nose.

"I'm okay. I was on my way to visit my brother in his room until I saw you." He smiles, green eyes lighting up.

I look to him in concern. "Is he okay?" I asked, not even noticing that I was following him away from the elevator.

"Yeah. A car accident, which lead him to a concussion and broken leg, but other than that he will be okay. Are you okay?" He asked, observing my hospital clothes.

I blush out of embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just here to have test run. Nothing major." I explained, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I was only trying to get out of my room for the moment. My parents been hovering like hounds." I laughed.

"I know that feeling. My brother nearly have to call security to have them tossed out the room. If you want, you can stop by and play console with us." Stefan offered, stopping outside the door.

I bit my lip, contemplating. "Your brother won't mind? And how do you have a console in the hospital?" I asked, looking up to him.

He smirks. "My dad is on the board of the hospital. And no, my brother won't mind. I actually mention you to him." He smiles slyly.

My eyebrow perk up out of shock. "You mention me?" I asked, laughing at him.

He laughed. "He thought it was hilarious that someone didn't fall undeniable charm, which actually reminds me… what is your name, mystery girl?" He asked, pushing open the door to the hospital room.

"Fine, it is Elena if you must know." I teased, trailing in behind Stefan. My head snapped up when I heard another voice.

"Oh no! Don't tell me you gave in already. It was actually fun watching the circles turn in his head as he gushed about you all yesterday. 'Michael, you've should have seen her! She is gorgeous!' He wouldn't stop." The young man, blonde hair and blue eyes looking up at the two of us.

Stefan groans at his younger brother. "And here I was being nice bringing your Call of Duty game and this is how you treat me!" Stefan protested, a smile on his face, tossing the game on the bed.

I smile at the two as Michael dodged his brother hand as it tried to ruffle his blond hair. "Well it is the younger sibling job to annoy older siblings." Michael argued back.

"I will this remember this when you ask me to save you from Joss' princess tea party. Anyways, Michael this Elena and Elena this is my annoying brother Michael." Stefan introduced, pulling a chair out for me. I shake Michael's hand, before taking a seat.

"Nice to meet you. What console are you playing?" I inquired, watching as Stefan pick up the game and walking over to the television.

"Playstation 4. You play?" He asked, using the remote to adjust the bed up.

A devious smirk spread across my face. "Oh yeah. I can pride myself on being an excellent shooter, but I don't want to bruise anyone ego." I laughed softly, as a PS controller was passed to me.

Michael laughs. "I like her, Stefan, but you might want to grab tissues for her. I about to kill her at this game." Michael retorted, hyped when COD: WW II popped up on the screen.

I shook my head, already getting comfortable in the atmosphere.

Thirty minutes later…

I was laughing hard as I shot Michael off the building as he tried to make a leap. Team Deathmatch flashed across the screen, me getting the winning kill. I threw my arms up in the air as Michael tossed the controller on the bed, pouting.

"My three to your two! Yay! I won! I won!" I chanted in a sing songy voice.

Stefan patted his brother in mock comfort, opting to watch the two of us play the game. "Damn, bro. It's okay, we can find your masculinity somewhere." Stefan laughed as Michael shoved his hand off.

We all jumped when the door opened, older blonde woman with a Doctor coat came in the room. She looked among us to the television, before looking back. "Michael, you know you are under orders to have plenty of rest, yet you're up at two' o clock in the morning!" The older woman scolded, going over to turn off the television.

I made a face, looking at the other two. Mouthing "I'm sorry", but Stefan waved me off with a gentle smile. I almost laughed at the redden expression of Michael as his head landed against the pillows.

"Sorry Monica, I should have said no to Michael. It was my fault." Stefan added, defending his brother.

"Grandma, it was one game. Plus, I practically slept the day away." Michael defended, placing his controller on the stand next to him.

Not meaning to, I yawned loudly, placing my hand against my mouth. I shied away from the older woman's stare. She frowned, noticing my hospital garb.

"Miss, what are you doing out of your room?" She inquired, hand on her hip as looked between the three of us. I laughed nervously, not liking the attention. "Ummm, no reason you are going to accept." I mumbled. Stefan covered his mouth, hiding the smile.

"What is your name, young lady?" Monica asked, tucking in Michael, while Stefan was making heart signs with his fingers. I looked away, before I start to laugh.

"Elena Gilbert, ma'am." I answered, seeing instant recognition on her face.

"The daughter of Dr. Grayson Gilbert. Well, it is nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Quartermaine but you should definitely be in the bed." Monica said, coming over to help me up from my seat. I sighed as I picked up my tank.

"Sorry guys, it seems that I have been caught. It was nice hanging out with you two. Feel free to stop by room if I'm still here after you are discharged. Stefan." I let Dr. Quartermaine lead me away, smiling after hearing, "Elena, see you soon." Stefan spoke lowly.