Jason sat back on the bench and let his head fall back, looking up at the stars. The last few hours of his life had turned everything upside down and inside out, and he had t o find a way to make sense of it all.

Sam had walked away. That part, surprisingly, didn't seem to be fazing him. It was what she said that kept swimming around in his brain. It was true; he and Elizabeth have always been more than friends. But what in world does that mean? And was it enough to take a step towards something more? Was what he was feeling at that moment because he now knew that the baby she was carrying was his, or was that just the catalyst for what he had been feeling for her for years?

Elizabeth had always been the only one he could just be with, no expectations, and had never once tried to change him. She was the one who always helped him. She saved his life more times than he cared to count. She always had a way of making him feel better just by being close to him. That happened long before they had ever made love.

He thought back to that night in August. Both of them were in pain, and trying to get through it. She came to him because she knew he would be there for her. What she didn't know was that she saved him yet again that night. She brought light to his darkest moment. The first time they made love, it started out as just the two of them looking for comfort in each other, but while he was with her, he found something he never had before. They fit together perfectly. She was like the missing piece of a puzzle. Afterwards, after they sat on his couch, holding each other, he couldn't stop touching her. He wanted her all over again. Not because he was hurt about Sam, because she was Elizabeth. For that one night, she was his, and only his.

He opened his eyes and looked straight out into the water. He knew what he needed to do and he knew why. He stood up and ran to the steps, hurrying toward the studio.

As soon as he walked into the building, he heard the faint sounds of yelling coming from above him. A sick feeling invaded his stomach, and in a flash he tore up the stairs. Just as he reached the door, he felt the thud against the wall. Not waiting to fish his keys out of his pocket, he moved back, using all of his weight to kick the heavy door in. He rushed over to Lucky and pulled him by the back of his shirt, throwing him across the room. Not looking at where the man fell, he rushed over to Elizabeth, her body limp on the floor against the wall.

"Elizabeth," he said, his hands holding her head upright, "Elizabeth, wake up. Can you hear me? I need you to wake up."

He didn't notice Lucky behind him until he spoke.

"That's right, Morgan. Take care of your whore. How long have you two been going at it? Her lecturing me this whole time about sleeping with Maxie, when she was busy screwing you!"

Jason stood up and grabbed Lucky by the front of his shirt, pulling the man so he was face to face to him.

"Shut up, you stupid idiot! She's pregnant! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Yeah! She's pregnant. With your kid!"

Jason had about enough of the moron in front of him. He reached back and punched Lucky square in the jaw, sending him sprawling on the floor, knocking him out cold.

He turned and kneeled in front of Elizabeth, noticing she was starting to come to.

"Mmm..Jason."

Her eyes were still closed, her head moving slowly. Even that small movement was too much for her, however, and she winced, bringing her hand up to her head.

"I'm here, Elizabeth. Just stay still and relax. I need to get you to the hospital."

She opened her eyes slowly, her vision slowly coming into focus. She looked over at Lucky, lying on the floor out cold. Her gaze shifted back to Jason, her eyes clouded with tears.

"I told him everything, and he just snapped. I knew he would be angry, but I never thought-"

Jason pulled her into his arms and held her, his arm gliding up and down her back softly.

"Shhhh, it's okay. This is not your fault."

She pulled away from him slightly to look at him.

"But it is! This is all my fault, Jason! If I had just told the truth-"

"It doesn't matter now, Elizabeth. The truth is out now. What matters most is to get you to the hospital."

"No, no hospital. I'm fine."

She tried to prove her point by trying to get up, only to get dizzy and fall over into his arms.

"Right, you are fine. Let's go."

He slid an arm under her knees and picked her up, his other arm cradling her back. She started to argue, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw his worry and his caring; about her. After all of this, he still cared. Instead of saying anything, she simply laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, welcoming his warmth.

He kissed her forehead softly, moving toward the door.

"Don't worry, Elizabeth. I've got you."