Author's Note: Sorry, I know you all love this story and I seem to update once every 5 years –is over exaggerating- but here is an update that will hopefully keep you happy until inspiration hits me again. I have some other Georgie pairings I'd like to try and write for—if I can ever focus long enough to write up my ideas. We'll see. Enjoy :]
Jason got to the warehouse. It was the last place he wanted to be at the moment. So what if someone had heard a noise? It was probably nothing, the place was old. Older buildings made noises. But he knew he had to check it out further because Sonny had asked him too. Lately, Jason had started to ask himself how in the world he'd become Sonny's bitch. The man said jump and like a good little boy Jason asked how high. He was about to head inside when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Jason!" Georgie yelled in an effort to get his attention.
He turned at the sound of a voice. It wasn't just any voice, it was her voice. She'd followed him. That was something the old Georgie would do. "Georgie you need to get out of here" He said seriously. It wasn't exactly a good part of town and Jason was always worried about safety when it came to Georgie.
She walked closer to him and shook her head. "No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry I made you tell me" She sighed. "I shouldn't have"
"It's okay, Georgie. Really. Can't we talk about this at home?" He asked with pleading eyes.
"No, We can't talk about this at home. We need to talk about this now" She said insistent that she be heard right there and right at that precise moment. She knew that she had the worst timing in the world to want a heart to heart.
As Jason was about to say something to Georgie to move the discussion to later, he heard a noise. No, he heard a ticking. Warehouse and ticking could only mean one thing. Jason moved to get Georgie away from the building, but he wasn't fast enough as the timer finally reached 0:00. The bomb went off and the force of the blast broke every window in the warehouse and sent Georgie and Jason both flying.
Georgie flew back and right into an adjacent warehouse—hitting her head in the process. Jason ended up flying in the opposite direction and landed directly in the water face down. As Georgie came to less than a minute later, she felt odd. It was at that moment that she was overwhelmed by every memory she'd ever had in the past twenty one year's she'd been alive.
Every amazing moment, every heartbreak, every feeling. She found tears welling up in her eyes as she finally remembered Jason fully. The feelings of merely being drawn to him being replaced with a love that was indescribable even for Georgie .
She'd never been able to compare how much she loved Jason to the men in her past. She loved him more than she'd ever loved Dillon and he had been her first love, first time, first husband, first everything.
As the memories finally ceased, she settled back into being Georgie. A persons he hadn't truly been for god only knew how long. She had only a moment before she remembered what had transpired a mere two or three minutes ago—a bomb had gone off. Jason! Where was he?!
She got to her feet and took a moment to steady herself. She was hurt—she knew that much, at the very least she had scrapes and cuts and she had a headache. But that didn't matter, it didn't matter because Jason was missing and she needed to find him. She couldn't lose him now, not after she'd just found herself and remembered how much she loved him.
She started towards the remains of what was once Sonny and Jason's warehouse coughing as she breathed in the smoke. She looked from side to side. "JASON!" She yelled frantically. "JASON! Please answer me!" she yelled continuing to look around and not seeing him anywhere.
When he didn't answer her she found herself tearing up again. What if he was dead? She couldn't lose him—not this way and not when they actually had a chance now. She pushed the thoughts of Jason no longer being on the planet out of her head and headed for where the water was. She needed to breathe in some air that wasn't completely filled with god only knew what.
She stood there taking a few breaths and trying to figure out where Jason could be when she looked out and spotted something floating in the water. No one else had been in the warehouse or around the area as far as she knew. It had to be Jason.
She quickly jumped into rescue mode removing her jacket and tossing it aside quickly losing her shoes and socks and then jumped into the water. She swam the distance over to the person who she was sure was Jason and flipped him over. It was Jason. He was breathing, she could tell that much.
But she didn't know how badly he was hurt. On the surface he didn't look any more hurt than she did. But she knew from candy striping at General Hospital for the past few years that looks can be deceiving. She put an arm around him and swam as quickly as she was able back to where the warehouse was. It took some time because it was a lot of weight for her to pull all on her own. But she finally made it and got them both onto dry land.
Georgie grabbed her phone out of her jacket and dialed 911 even though she was sure that the explosion tripped some alarm and that the paramedics and her father were probably already on their way. She reported the situation to the 911 operator and when she was told she could hang up, she did so throwing the phone on top of her jacket.
She then turned her attention back to Jason. She felt so utterly helpless and she realized at that moment, that what she was feeling must've been what he felt when she got shot. He was still unconscious. She just wanted him to wake up and look her in the eyes so she could tell him she was there, his Georgie was back and wasn't ever going to leave again.