Well, thanks to Jason and his obsessive need to have a say, there will be one last chapter after this. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Six

It was a strange scenario, to be so pissed at the man she loves but wanting nothing more than to give him a few more nut shots, among other things and yet knowing if she let her anger rule her, she could screw up the rescue.

There were probably a lot of ways this could go but she was tired of waiting for life to happen. "I'm going in, if I need you, will you be able to do what needs to be done or should we just…look, I am sure I know who is in there, there could be more but at this point, I just don't know. Please don't prove to me what a punk bitch you can be, okay? My sons need me."

"Don't you mean our sons?" Jason asked, not bothering to answer anything.

"No, I really do mean mine. When have they ever been yours? You donated the genetic material but after that…Look, I don't have the time or the inclination to do this with you. Maybe when the boys are home and safe, we can pretend like the last umpteen years haven't happened and go back to that idyllic 'friendship' but for now, nothing is more important than my kids." Elizabeth said, shrugging her shoulders. She would never admit it out loud, but she felt like she was standing on the edge of a knife, whatever she and Jason did or didn't have, could be over in a moment if he let the wrong obligations get in the way…

At the moment, there just wasn't anything he could say that she actually wanted to hear. Sure, he could be charming and on the odd occasion, say and maybe even do the right thing but after so many disappointments…"Look, do what you got to do and I will do the same. Be safe Jason…"

Not waiting for him to say something, seeing as paint drying was probably more loquacious than him…She left him standing, still slightly huddled, against the decrepit house and made her way inside.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" Elizabeth asked after stepping further into the room. Shaking her head at the utter stupidity of these people.

"What do you mean, you're not surprised? I'm looking into the place; I think it would be a great place to Reno for Jason and me…" Sam said on a whine.

"Right I'm sure it can be your new little love nest. The place suits you, that's for sure, decrepit, used and abandoned. Look, there are even some relatives of yours in the corner…" Elizabeth couldn't hide her laugh when Sam's mouth turned into what looked like a pucker. She wondered who she was puckering up for when they were the only two at the moment. Maybe she was expecting her knight in shining leather… "You know, that look, it looks like a cats ass…it isn't sexy or any of the other whorish ideas floating around in your head. You need to stop the shit, where are my children?"

"Why would I know where your little bastards are, if you can't keep track of them that sure don't have anything to do with me, now would it? You really are a horrible mother. When I am the mother of Jason's children, he'll know they will be safe and even better, he'll be the one making them so." Sam said smugly.

Before either of them could comment further, Jason delicately walked into the basement. Elizabeth saw the moment Sam saw him and ran to his arms to complain that the big bad bitch was being mean to her…

There had to be something in the water…Lucky, Sam, Carly, Sonny, Spinelli, Maxie, Lulu…the list could go on and on, they were all entitled, self-obsessed…

"You know what, you are both as useless as tits on a trout…you deserve each other. Jason, why don't you placate the twit while I handle business, you look like your hands are full." Elizabeth said with as much derision as possible.

She watched Jason's mouth open and close, looking very much like the fish she had just been talking about, without saying a single thing. "Don't bother your pretty little head Jason; it looks like you are exactly that punk ass bitch I thought you were." Not wanting to spend any more time with either of them, Elizabeth pulled her gun out of the back of her pants and aimed it at Sam. Making sure she was in her 'shooting' stance, Elizabeth didn't bother to wait to see what the idiots had to say, she simple pulled the trigger. She wondered, if there were no brains in one's head, would they still be killed?

Before she could work herself into a proper lather, a loud smack coming from the front part of the basement had her attention. She ran as quickly as her feet would carry her and found that ass Max standing over her son, her son who now had a huge red hand shaped welt on his face. She was surrounded by punk ass bitches everywhere.

Keeping her voice calm, Elizabeth said in a stern voice, making sure she remained behind Max, with her gun pressed firmly to the back of his head. "Cam, close your eyes and plug your ears, do not open your eyes until I come and tell you, got it?"

She could see he was trying to keep his tears at bay but he closed his eyes and stuck his little fingers in his ears. She has the best kids, she thought before she pistol whipped Max. She almost laughed; guess it is true, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

She watched as he groaned from the ground but didn't want to give the guy the chance to turn the tables on her and possibly make this situation worse; she shot Max in the head as well. A little later, after she had a chance to process this, she might take a little pride in being four for four with head shots.

Realizing she was just barely holding off a panic attack, she scooped her boys into her arms. When she passed Jason, seeing he hadn't moved a muscle, she shook her head and sighed. "Thanks for the help asshole…You know, I used to wonder…well, have a good life Jason. It is a crying shame; you proved just how important I and our children are." Still shaking her head, she walked out of that basement and promised, she would never step foot in Port Charles again. She could count on one hand, the good things that came out of the place and they were both in her arms. Raising her voice just enough to be heard, Elizabeth said, "Thanks for my kids!"

Once she reached her car, she lowered Cam to the ground and gently pried his fingers out of his ears. "How are you doing baby?"

Getting Jacob secured, she turned back to her oldest, holding her arms open. She didn't have to wait long, Cam's sturdy body collided with hers at his full force and within a second or less, his tears began.

"Baby?"

Still not getting anything from him, she gently pried his tight grip from around her neck. In a slightly crooning voice, she whispered promises to him. "I promise baby, it's all over. Never again will this happen. I promise, you are safe and loved and everything that is good and pure in my life. You and your brother are my everything and guess what?"

When he still didn't speak, she was beginning to worry. "Baby, momma needs you to talk to her, please baby, you are scaring me."

His hiccupped sobs almost destroyed her but this was not the time or place for it. She soothed him until he cried himself into a fitful sleep. Once he was secured in his seat, she quickly got into hers. A couple hours and she could have her moment but her kids needed her more at the moment.

She quickly pulled away and began her way back 'home'…the only reason that place was home was because of the two little people in the backseat. Her mind was bouncing over a million things that needed to be done. It took her twenty minutes to get back but she didn't even turn the car off, just sprinted into the house, grabbed the few things she and her boys couldn't live without and enough clothes to get them through for a few days, pull ups and diapers as well, everything else could be rebought at some point.

Thanking her ingenuity for pulling the whole five million of hush money or whatever one called being paid for staying away out of the bank a week ago. She tossed the duffle bag with the money over her shoulder, dragged the heavy suitcase down the stairs, before quickly stashing them in the trunk of her car.

She ran back into the house, filled a small shopping bag full of snacks and drinks for her and Cam and enough formula and baby food to get Jake through the next couple of days. If Jason didn't turn her in, she should be able to cross into Canada and possibly begin the first leg of their adventure before the heat got too bad.

Casting a last look at the place that had been their home, she allowed a single tear to fall. Time and circumstances were not ideal but she could wait to have her pity party till a later date. Then she'd need 20-30 years to get over her complete and utter fury, wrath, rage at that useless…

Stowing the last of the items she grabbed, she tossed her cell phone out the window as she pulled away.

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