A/N: Okay, so I just finished the outline for this story, that's why it took me longer to update, and let me tell you, my muse took off on this one. Seriously though, this is the largest scale story I've ever written. I'm sure it's going to blow y'alls minds, but I don't want to give away anything just yet. I'll meet you guys down at the bottom. Have fun!

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"Sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places."


Chapter 4

It's So Simple

Previously on You're Not Alone…

"My father's gone rogue against the Five Families. Maximus Gambetti's death was just the first," Johnny explained.

"How do you know this," Jason asked, not quite convinced by Johnny's story.

"I saw Lorenzo Alcazar's informant murdered while they met last night," Johnny quietly told the enforcer, as if the shooter could hear him.

Jason is intrigued by the information. "Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I wanted out, but, not by my choice, became a homicide witness and I don't know if the shooter saw me," Johnny informed Jason.

Jason sighs, not knowing if he should bring Johnny into the fold, but he could prove to be a valuable asset. "You better not make me regret this decision," Jason gruffly says.

Johnny rolls his eyes. "I don't need your protection."

The older man scoffs. "You won't last another day in this town if Alcazar knew there was a witness to his snitch's murder." Johnny blanches, realizing that maybe Jason was right. "Meet one of my men at Sonny Corinthos' warehouse for a debriefing. This doesn't mean you're in, but we need to know you've fully defected from your father's organization. Oh, and my name is Jason Morgan."

Holding out his hand, Jason sees the awe slowly seep into Johnny's eyes, and realized that his reputation preceded him. Johnny shakes his hand. "Thanks for the help," he brusquely said.

Jason nodded his head and watched as Johnny left Kelly's courtyard. Focusing his attention back to his charge, Jason settles in for the morning.

"Just don't fuck it up, kid."

~February 21st, 2003~

"Where is your brother," the interrogator demanded as they punched the man. The man spit, blood drenching the interrogator's face. Smirking, the interrogator wiped the blood off and stabbed the man in the shoulder, making sure not to hit a major artery. "We'll let that fester for awhile. I'll be back with more instruments."

Laughing, the interrogator exits the dark room, taking care to turn the light out. Their boots clicked against the tile floor as they continued down the dimly lit hallway.

I never thought you would lose yourself
The hardest part was falling down again

The man sitting alone in the dark and damp room took a shaky breath and bitterly laughed to himself. This was all his brother's fault, and the man was sure he was going to kill him if he survives this.


Jason sighed as he listened to them yelling in the next room over. They argued about the same damn thing all the time. Him.

I'm a fool to watch you walk away
Are you bothered by the choice you made?

He flips through his magazine, regretting not accepting Sam's offer to go shoot some pool. Instead, he was stuck listening to little Drama Queen and her Prince Charming arguing about the Big Bad Wolf.

Grabbing his cell phone, Jason dial's his fiancé's number. She answers on the third right, slightly out of breath.

"Hey, why are you breathing so hard," Jason jokingly asked Sam, not really meaning anything about it.

"How is little Miss Perfect," Sam asked, avoiding his question. Sam was pissed when Jason told her that he had to move in with another woman. Beyond pissed, she was furious. It couldn't have come at a better time, right after Jason proposed to her.

"Arguing with Lucky," Jason answered with an annoyed tone in his voice. Setting his magazine down on the coffee table, Jason spreads out on the leather couch, wishing he were anywhere but in Elizabeth's apartment.

He heard Sam chuckle on the other end. "That's all they ever do anymore." She was right. Ever since that morning at Kelly's when Jason first met Lucky he had been an insecure little bitch with Elizabeth. Almost every single conversation that had consisted of Lucky questioning Elizabeth's fidelity, which led to Elizabeth getting mad that he would even ask her that.

Jason nodded his head. "I'm just glad that haven't gotten to the make-up sex yet." Listening to their argument, Jason groans into the phone. "Do you still wanna go out?"

Sam didn't answer at first. "I'm watching Kristina for Alexis."

"Okay, I'll let you go then. I love you," Jason says.

"I know," Sam hurriedly replied before hanging up.

Sitting his phone down, Jason was confused by what she said. He could have sworn Sonny told him Alexis was taking Kristina to New York for the weekend. Involuntarily replaying Sam's words over and over again, Jason couldn't help the doubt that started to creep into his heart.


The man's ears picked up on the boots clicking outside the door. Taking a deep breath, the man closes his eyes so the light does not blind him when the interrogator walks in.

When we fall to the ground
Slowly we're safe and sound

Hearing the door open and close, the man opens his eyes to see his interrogator standing with a eight-inch long needle, along with an assortment of other dastardly instruments on a tray.

"You wanted it the hard way," the interrogator simply said when the man's eyes grew big. But the tone in the interrogator's voice didn't sound regretful, but almost gleeful, like they were going to enjoy the torture. "First things first. How's the shoulder?"

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

The man cried in pain as the interrogator pushed their index finger into his oozing wound, causing even more blood to flow out. Hearing his flesh squish, the man struggled to stay conscious.

"It's not that deep," the interrogator told him. Slapping him across the face, the interrogator takes the man's face in her hand and sets the needle right in front of his left eye. "Now, you're going to tell me where your brother is and what he's up to, or I take your eye."

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

The man trembled, fear coursing through his veins. He knew that the interrogator would follow through on their threat; there was no doubt in his mind.

"I don't know where he is," the man finally broke. The interrogator chuckled, glad that he was finally talking. "But you can bet your sorry ass, when he finds me, you're dead."

I caught you lying to yourself
Now everything is spinning 'round and around

The interrogator frowned, knowing that this was also true. Pulling the needle away from the man's eye, the interrogator reaches back for some salt and alcohol. The man whimpers, causing the interrogator to grin in pleasure.

Pouring an adequate amount of salt and rubbing alcohol into the man's bleeding knife wound, the man screams in pain. Stopping before the man can pass out, the interrogator threatens the man with the needle again.

"Look, if you don't tell me where he is, I'm going to kill you. It's as simple as that," the interrogator promised.

The man shook violently, struggling to not cry out in pain or anguish. "Look…I don't-I don't know where he…is. I haven't seen him-him in years."

Well I'm a fool to watch but never say
Are you bothered by the choice you made?

The interrogator rolls their eyes, but with a sinful grin on their face. "You're lying." Pushing the needle into the man's skin beneath his eye, the needle touches bone and the man screams bloody murder. "Tell me or your eye is next."

The man cries, finally breaking. "He's in Port Charles. He's trying to take down Sonny Corinthos."

The interrogator backs away, proud of their job. However, they already knew this, this interrogation was just for fun. Turning around, the interrogator puts the salt and alcohol back on the tray. "You know, Luis, if you had just cooperated in the first place, I might not have done this."

"Claudia, you bitch-"

Luis screams as Claudia whirls around and jabs the needle in his left eye. Blood gushes out and onto Claudia's hand, but she doesn't stop. She ignores his screams and writhing, and pushes the needle in further until she hits the brain. Luis goes limp, and Claudia pushes the needle in a little bit more, before leaving the room.


Jason pulls a beer out of the refrigerator as Lucky stalks out of Elizabeth's room. Giving Jason a dark look, Lucky opens the door to Elizabeth's apartment and slams it shut after he leaves.

When we fall to the ground
Slowly we're safe and sound

He hears a crash in Elizabeth's bedroom, and he sets the unopened beer down on the counter. Jason hesitates, not sure if he should enter or not. Lightly rapping his knuckles on her wooden door, Jason doesn't hear any response.

Gently pushing it open, Jason peers inside to see Elizabeth laying down on the floor, her back resting against the foot of her bed. Knees pulled up to her chest, Jason could hear her sobs.

Looking around the room, Jason sees a shattered lamp in the corner, and figured that was the crashing sound a minute ago. Standing silently in the doorway, Jason had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation, and he definitely wasn't one for consoling others.

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

Elizabeth doesn't acknowledge him standing there, but he can tell she knows he's intently watching her. Closing the door, Jason retrieves his beer and sits back down on the couch. She came out a few minutes later, got something out of the fridge and retreated back into her room.

Jason knew it wasn't his place to interfere with Elizabeth's relationship, nor did he want to get involved with that convoluted mess. So instead, he sat there in silence, hearing Elizabeth's sobs coming from her bedroom, half wishing he knew what to do to help comfort her.


Walking into the empty castle, the elderly woman glided across the floor, more like slinked, similar to a snake. She climbs the grand staircase, and hears voice upstairs.

Following the sounds to a closed door, the woman put her ear up to the door before opening it.

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

There were two men inside, casually sitting at a table near the roaring fireplace, tumblers of whiskey sitting in front of them.

One of the men smiled as she walked in, and she gave one back. Wearing a black business suit, there were gray hairs starting to show in his jet-black hair. His black as night goatee shown in the light of the fireplace, and reminded the woman of her father.

But maybe we were wrong…
When will you know

The younger man remained seated, not quite sure what was going on. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a navy blue suit and matching dress pants. This had been his last resort, to come to this dark place, but he had no other choice.

"Mother, I'm so glad you could join us," the older man said as he hugged, what the younger man presumed was his mother, and kissed her on each cheek. "I wasn't sure if you were going to make it on time."

That you can feel belonged
I think you fell in deeper than you imagined

"Don't worry, my dear son. This was my idea in the first place," the older woman told her middle-aged son. Gleefully smiling, the woman turns her attention to the other man in the room. "And I'm assuming this is our business partner?"

The older man nodded his head. "Yes, Mother, this is him." The younger man stood up, and shook the woman's hand.

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Your son's told me wonderful things about you," the man complimented.

"Not too wonderful, I hope. Is that an Australian accent I hear," the woman asked as her son pulled over a chair for her. He poured her a glass of wine, and sat back down beside her.

"Yes, you're correct. I'm originally from Sydney, but I thought I'd move someplace new," the younger man replied.

"Oh, and you just happened upon Port Charles," the woman asked. Both men could hear the thinly disguised threat in the woman's innocent words, but the younger man didn't falter.

"I assure you, ma'am, my intentions are align with your son's," the younger man told her.

"Good. I can't have anyone interfering with my Stavros' plans," the woman said with a proud smile in Stavros' direction.. "And I'm sorry, your name is?"

"Jerry Jacks, madam," the younger man replied.

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jacks. I'm Helena Cassadine, and I'm sure we're going to have plenty of fun together."


A/N: Bet you didn't see that coming, huh? Yes, this story is starting to spread its wings. I hope you enjoyed all the introductions. Lyrics to 'It's So Simple' by Saosin. Let me know what you thought in a review, and what you would like to happen. Until next time!