Thanks for the reply's, here is another chapter

Another chapter, thank you for the kind reply's and welcoming me back with open arms. You guys are the greatest! (This is a shorter chapter, but only because I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I wanted to give you a little more.)

Chapter Seven

Panting for air, Elizabeth slowly pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her lips colored a gentle blush. Catching her breath was going to be harder than she thought, especially with Jason so close. His own ragged breathing gently moving her bangs, his own lips red from the force of the kiss, his eyes slightly glazed.

"Wow!"

"You can say that again…"

"Wow, does that cover it."

"Not even close Jason, but for the moment, I don't have the words, so it will have to do."

"So…" Jason began, but Elizabeth's satiny lips once again captured his.

Mumbling around his lips, Elizabeth said, "Talk later, kiss now."

Unable to stop his smile, Jason slowly pulled back, but instead of taking his lips away from temptation, he gave himself fully to the emotions that were traversing his body.

Somehow, his lips had not forgotten how to kiss, they remembered it well, perhaps it was the woman he was kissing, whatever the reason, it was an amazing feeling.

Using his arms, which had all but forgotten how to hold a woman, he pulled her to him, allowing some inner force to take over. Placing her small form over his, giving over control, allowing her to direct the course.

While desires were raging high, both were quite content to take things slow. Each enjoying what the other could offer.

Jason didn't really know this woman, he knew the basics, and perhaps it was inane, but somewhere deep inside, he believed he knew a lot more about the svelte beauty, called Elizabeth. Perhaps his memory would forever elude him, dancing just out of his reach, his former friends and family resenting the new person he was destined to become. But this amazing woman, who was able to wring every emotion from him, gave him hope, allowed him a moment's peace. Maybe, just maybe, anything was possible.

A war of conflicts raged within Elizabeth, she knew what they were doing could be construed as wrong, nevertheless, three years was a long time to care for an individual and not develop something meaningful, something deeper. She was simply a human being, a woman, with weaknesses and faults a plenty, her heart desired the man beneath her, the man who captured her heart from the start, without a word being spoken. His presence was demanding, whilst in a coma he commanded her attention, not just because she was there to care for him, but because…well, it was almost like his soul was calling to hers. Through darkness their souls had twined together, and perhaps she was being fanciful, caught up in the emotions that he provoked within her, but her heart couldn't believe that, there was something there, and whether it lasted or not, she only hoped he would give them a chance.

Happiness was indeed fickle, but she was not going to be so naïve as to believe that something of this magnitude came along more than once. Whether or not he reciprocated her feelings, she didn't know. A kiss was a kiss, and while there was something almost magical about what was transpiring between them, she had to remember to keep her head, or as much of one as someone head over heels in love could.

Jason was the one to break contact this time, pulling himself up into a sitting position, he gently placed Elizabeth beside him. Once again unable to control the small smile that twitched his lips, looking upon her flushed face and passion rumpled hair was amazing, it seemed to make her that much more appealing. Not to mention the look in her eyes, and while that look sent his loins on fire and caused his heart to skip a beat, it also frightened him. A woman didn't look at a man like that unless there was something more going on, and whether he wanted to claim her as his and his alone, he knew he had a long road ahead of himself, and perhaps his future did reside within his beautiful nurse, but for the time being he had to get a hold of himself, he had to think with the appropriate head.

"Is--something wrong?"

"No, not at all, but we aren't alone, the cook, she'll be looking for me soon and while I have thoroughly enjoyed myself, the rumors that would be stemmed from this, could cause problems, not only for me, but for you." Jason said, moving uncomfortably from the bed.

"I see, not a problem… Let me get the wheel chair, I'll help you back to your room." Elizabeth said, her smile staying firmly upon her face, but that effervescent light suddenly extinguished, one moment there shining brightly, the next, not even a hit of its ethereal light remained.

She was nobody's fool, she knew something had changed, and quickly, however, she refused to be pitied, besides the fact, she had had years of practice at hiding her feelings from others.

With her smile still firmly in place, she quickly left the room, without casting a backward glance. Grabbed the wheel chair and hurried back to her room, anything she might have wished to say, held tightly between her lips.

"Thank you."

A curt nod of her head, the only single that she had heard him, with easy, she wheeled him to his room, helped him into his bed, and then quickly fled. Unable to spend even a moment more within his presence, she rushed to her room, stopped, talked to the cook and left before anyone could question her, but as she opened the door, she heard Jason's called "Thank you" once again, and just like that, the tears that had consumed her that morning, were back again, a raging tide that threatened to drag her down, down below the surface of her raging emotions, offering a promise of drowning if she were incapable of controlling them.

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She walked, for hours, a seemingly endless amount of time to her--she walked. All over Port Charles she tread, discovering places she had never seen before. Allowing the soft breeze to travel across her face, drying the tears that at one point she feared would never stop.

An old bridge that was in ruins, that seemed to go nowhere, was her first stop, the scenery was beautiful, so breath-taking in its beauty that for the first time that day, she was pulled from her own mind. From there she came across an area of land that must have been someone's ancestral home, beautiful statues stood tall and proud, but were lime covered from lack of care. Some statues almost buried beneath the tall grass, but even that seemed to add to the mystery of the place, added to the beauty. From there she moved back towards Port Charles, her feet seemingly taking her to a predetermined destination that her conscious mind didn't know about.

When she next stopped, she was in front of an old depilated boxcar, but even with its hulking form, and the years of wear and tear, it was a beautiful sight. To Elizabeth, it felt almost homey. It was almost as if she was meant to find this place, for no reason she could discern, it was a feeling of coming home. It was a place of refuge, a place of solace, she would have to remember it, it wasn't like she was likely to forget it, but with her emotions going through so much turmoil, one couldn't be sure.

Unsure what spurred her to do such a thing, Elizabeth climbed confidently into the boxcar, no hesitations nor worry. In the left corner there was what looked like hay and a pile of old blankets. It wasn't until she saw the make shift bed that she discovered just how tired she was. As she slowly lowered her exhausted form to the hay, she realized, it didn't smell, and the blankets were not caked with dust, and while she knew this had to be someone else's place, and that she was liable to find herself in a heap of trouble, she couldn't seem to care. Her eyes were so heavy, only meaning to relax for a moment, Elizabeth quickly fell into a troubled sleep.

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Jason sat uncomfortably in his bed, tossing one way, then the next, no position capable of calming his nerves.

One minute he was kissing a beautiful woman, the next, she had run out, almost as if the hounds of he!l were on her heels.

Caught up in kissing and feeling, Jason lost himself, ,and for once didn't think about all that he had lost, his life, his friends and family, his memories, his defining "Thing" that made him, him.

How could he possibly ensnare Elizabeth with the baggage that he would forever be saddled with. Elizabeth deserved the sun, she deserved a man who was whole and knew how to love a woman, not this broken, has-been man.

Foolish, perhaps, but he knew nothing better, his life was going to be complicated, perhaps forever, and if he were honest with himself, he was a little bitter, more than a little angry, but above all else, he was scared, scared to think about what the future held, scared of what he would become.

Elizabeth was wonderful, but could he trust his feelings for her, no other woman had been by to see him; no one else had bothered to replay the information of whether or not he had a girlfriend or anything else. It was time to set things right, whatever the outcome might be.

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