Author's Note: Okay, so heres what I think you should no before engaging yourself into this chapter: Emily is Jason's fraternal twin, so yes, they are the same age, for storyline purposes. And if you didn't catch on from the last chapter, Alan, is in fact alive, and had left Monica to be with another woman. So, Monica is raising Jason and Emily as a single mother.

The two brunettes walked into the front doors of GH, giggling uncontrollably.

Emily pressed the button for the elevator. "You did what?!?" she exclaimed laughing.

"I spilled the water all over him, and the way he was choking and sputtering and, and, aw Em, you should have seen him," Elizabeth told her friend, trying not to crack up. The elevator dinged, releasing the blissful pair onto the fourth floor.

"Oh, I definitely would have liked to see the look on his face afterwards," Emily said opening the door to her brother's hospital room. Jason gave them an unamused look, shifting his light blue eyes between his sister and Elizabeth, causing them to fall into yet another fit of laughter.

"Hi Jason," Emily kissed her brother, trying to catch her breath.

Elizabeth blushed feeling like an intruder upon their family moment.

"Hey sis," Jason said back, not quite sure what was so funny.

"Oh, Em, I have to go drop this off in the med lab," Elizabeth said, noticing that she was still clutching the brown paper bag in her hands. "I'll be back in a few, after I warm up the food we bought too," Elizabeth added.

"Mmmm, that sounds great, I'm starving," Emily cooed. "And I'm sure Jason here is too, but he just won't admit it." Emily chipped in for her brother's side of conversation, or lack thereof.

Jason opened his mouth to protest, but an amused Elizabeth had already left, and he knew better then to get his sister started.

"So," Emily prodded Jason with her elbow, encroaching onto the edge of his bed. "How have you been," she asked, concern filling her tone.

"Could be better," Jason said. "But I'm fine really," he quickly added, trying not to worry his sister.

"I'm really sorry I haven't been able to stop by and visit more often, Jason. It's just that mom's been keeping me busy with all these new admissions here, and I can always ask Elizabeth what's up since she's always up in this wing." Emily apologized.

"It's okay, I've had more than enough company, really," he sniped sarcastically.

"Oh, well who was it. If you don't want them to be here, I can just go tell the nurses' station that they're not allowed in here," she reassured him.

"No, its okay, really," he told his sister, not wanting her to go through the trouble. "S, uh, Sam came by yesterday-"

"Uugghhhh I cannot stand that girl," his sister groaned. "I really don't get what you see in her, Jase."

"Yeah, well she came by, and uh, Trevor Lansing came by earlier," he added.

"You mean, Ric's dad?" Emily asked for clarification.

Jason ran his hands over his face in response.

"Ha, if that kid would go one day without hitting on Elizabeth, it'd be a miracle," Emily chuckled. "Wait, what was the DA doing here?" she asked, all seriousness returning to her features.

"Well, apparently I have to go to court for my participation in, the ah, party that went on a couple nights ago," Jason told his sister.

"Oh come on that's bull. There were lots of other people there," Emily complained.

"Well, I kinda tried to leave before all the chaos would take place, and then I ended up getting tailed by two cops..." Jason began to explain.

"...And didn't pull over, and ran into a tree, which is why you're here right now," Emily finished for him. She had a feeling that that wasn't entirely the case, but she didn't feel like prying him... at the moment. "Have I ever told you how stupid you are?" she mused sarcastically.

"Daily," Jason answered gruffly.

"And, uh, you, your friend..."

"Elizabeth," Emily filled in for him annoyed. "God, you guys have known each other since kindergarten, and you guys have barely said a word to one another."

"She's uh, she's been coming in here," Jason said.

"So I've heard," Emily commented, a grin spreading across her face.

"What exactly have you heard?" Jason asked, afraid of what the answer to his question might be.

"She told me about totally soaking you with the water she was supposed to be giving you with your medicine," Emily said, giggling.

"Yeah, she's quite something isn't she," he retorted, remembering earlier that morning.

Emily howled with laughter at his facial expression, gripping onto her sides.

"Okay, honestly it wasn't that funny," Jason quipped, annoyed.

"Oh, Jase, you should've seen the look on your face. It was priceless." Emily said, regaining her composure.

"Dinner's ready," Elizabeth called from the door, a large brown bag in hand.

"That smells delicious," Emily inhaled, helping her best friend unload, their meal from the bag. "I hope you added some of your brownies in there," Emily praised.

Elizabeth blushed at Emily's incessant acclamation.

"Oh, no I forgot," Elizabeth teased.

Emily lifted one perfectly shaped eyebrow at her in response.

"Geez, Em, I'm only kidding," Elizabeth scoffed.

The trio ate their dinner in silence, well at least Jason did, as he watched in awe at how much Elizabeth and his sister could ramble on about nothing in particular. They were so happy around each other, it made it hard for the infectious disease not to spread, as Jason tried to hide the grin marring his features with another spoonful of chili. Emily had taken it harder than he had when they learned of their parents' divorce, and he was glad that Emily had Elizabeth there to comfort her in ways that he couldn't. She would always be.

"Oh, my God, I think it just cracked a smile," Emily teased.

Jason cocked one eyebrow at her and muttered, "It?"

Both girls looked at each other, and then back to Jason's bemused expression, and bust out laughing.

"Okay, dessert time!" Emily exclaimed, a good portion of her food still left on her Styrofoam plate.

"With you around, when it is not?" Elizabeth teased, earning herself a small shove in the arm from Emily. "No really, I'm surprised at how thin you are, missy," Elizabeth chastised.

"Are you calling me fat, Lizzy?" Emily gaped, mock hurt shrouding her flawless features.

"No, I'm saying that you're really thin," Elizabeth countered.

"Oh, you're one to talk, Ms. Skin and Bones, ghastly pale skin and all," Emily retorted.

Jason noticed the tension settling in the air, and Elizabeth stiffen.

Regret burned in Emily's eyes.

Elizabeth plastered on a toothy smile, the one that she had perfected over many years of disappointment. She knew that Emily didn't mean to go that far.

"I'll just take out the brownies now, then. After you eat some more real food," Elizabeth challenged, winking at her. "And your mom's the doctor. Goodness gracious."

Emily stuffed two more bites into her mouth, chewing anxiously. Jason chuckled inwardly at Elizabeth's maternal instincts. She got up from the seat that she shared with Emily, and pulled three brownies out of the brown bag that now stood empty, flopping over from the lack of contents supporting it.

Emily, took a bite out of hers. "Mmmm, you know, you should really make a whole bunch of these for the staff party," Emily gulped between bites.

"Yeah, and you'd be the only one eating them," Elizabeth giggled, as she wiped her lips off with a napkin. A few moments later, she got up and began discarding the now empty containers, placing the plastic ones in the miniature recycling bin, and the wrappers and other non-recyclable items in the trash. "Well, I have to head out," Elizabeth said. "I've got plenty of homework to do when I get home, including that stupid history paper I put off until the last minute," she added.

"Knowing you it'll probably get an A," Emily stated, as she gave her friend a hug.

"Don't you need a ride?" Elizabeth asked, seeing that she was the one who took her friend there that morning, since Emily's car was in the shop, and Jason's was well, totaled.

"Oh, yeah," Emily laughed. "Sorry Jase, but it looks like I have to go," she said as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Have fun," she teased.

"Very funny," he muttered, as the giggling pair left his room.