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Chapter Eight

"The first sign of madness is talking to one's self"

"Don't worry baby, were safe and away from the nuttier citizens of Port Charles, at least for the time being. Your big brother and you are safe, I promise you that and when your daddy gets his mess cleaned up, I think he'll finally be ready to take his place in yours and your brother's life. God knows he should have stepped up when he knocked me up the first time. No more chances, this is his last."

With Cam down for a nap and nothing to do cleaning wise, she had nothing but time.

"You know what sweetie, your daddy may be big and strong in his world, but when he gets around your brother or you, he turns into a big softy. That man was made for fatherhood."

Elizabeth's thoughts were cut off as the doorbell rang.

It took quite the effort to get standing but once she was up, she was able to motor along fairly well.

"Can I help you with something?" Elizabeth asked, only a little venom tingeing her voice.

"Yes, I believe you can start with answering me with how you got into my brother's home?"

"Your brother's home, what are you talking about, Steven asked me if I could house sit for him while he was away. The FBI needed him on a case…he only has two sisters and you aren't Sarah."

"Steven Webber?"

"Yes, my brother."

"I think you are confused, this isn't his house, he is supposed to be house sitting for my brother."

"Well, this is awkward."

"You can say that again. Do you know how long Steven is going to be gone?"

"He didn't say, as soon as I got here, he took off, he had asked me to come visit, after I told him how stressful things at home had become."

"I don't know if I am comfortable with a stranger staying here."

"I guess it is a damn good thing I didn't bother to unpack my son and myself then. Just let me go wake him and we'll get out of here."

"Listen, maybe…"

"Don't bother, you stated your case, I'll be leaving. I have no desire to deal with another Carly or Sam wannabe; you're the kind of stress I'm trying to avoid."

"Now wait a minute…"

"No, I don't think I will. You saw a woman here and got your hackles up for no reason. Well you and your hackles can shove it."

"There is no reason to be rude, I was just…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Blah, blah, blah. You really should go to Port Charles, look up Carly Jax's. Of course her full name is Caroline Benson Roberts Quartermaine Corinthos Corinthos Alcazar Corinthos Jax, although with her, I could be missing a few last names there. I'm sure you two would be best of friends. You could even add in Sam and then you'd be the trifecta of bitches or would it be witches…?"

"Who do you think…?"

"I don't think, I said, simple as that. If you don't like my attitude, you can suck it…Now please move or leave, the latter would be nicer, until I can leave. I don't need you upsetting my son."

"What makes you think I am going to just step aside, especially since you can't see to stop insulting me?"

"Hey, you are the one who wants 'a stranger' out of your brother's house, so either get back and shut up or stand there and try to spar with me, even though you are seriously lacking in intelligence."

"You don't know anything about my intelligence."

"You may be intelligent but your clothes scream low class hooker, your hair is so bleached that I am sure what little brain cells you have left scream in defeat when you break out the hair dye and truly, if you want to be classified as a natural blonde, you need to dye your eyebrows…"

"So you think you know me, just by the way I look, what does that say about you?"

"It says I've known enough two dollar hookers to last me a life time and I have no desire to know another. Leave, so I can get the hell away from your polluted and toxic mind and furthermore your perfume, which you think says 'come hither', is seriously making me want to vomit on your plastic shoes."

Shutting the door in the woman's face, Elizabeth moved slowly down the hall to the room Cam was currently asleep in.

'I seriously need to get laid, my mood swings are all over the place. Can I blame this on pregnancy hormones?' She wondered to herself.

Before waking her son, she took all their belongings to the car, not wanting to try carrying everything at once and possibly hurt one of them.

"Come on Cam, time to wake up. We are going on a grand adventure and just maybe, there will be a pool to play in."

"Momma, I still sweepy."

"I know baby but let's get you in our car and see if we can find a yummy chocolate cake for us to share. Momma's hungry."

"Did yous say Cake?" Cam asked, coming fully awake with the promise of cake.

"You really are my son." Elizabeth smiled indulgently. Her son for sure but his ability to be like a dog with a bone, was all his father. Although in this case, it didn't have anything to do with tracking down the latest bad guy, just a scrumptious treat.

"Ofs course momma."

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"Nope, I's good."

"Let's go sweetie, daylight's wasting and we still don't know what the day holds."

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"What do you want Ric?" Jason asked, boredom coloring his words.

"You dead, would be wonderful but you in a jail cell will work for me too."

"So, what's stopping you?"

"This time, nothing is stopping me. A judge gave me enough leeway to take you in today. No more relaxing here in the lap of luxury, within the hour, you are going to be locked up."

"Do what you gotta do; we both know this won't stick."

"How do you figure? Sam's been in our custody long enough; she's just begging to spill her guts. I think she'll be willing to make a deal to save her ass, even if it means selling you out."

"You can do and say all you want. I didn't kill Diego, Sam did, why she did it, I don't know and don't really care. You want her; take her, she means nothing to me. You want a written eye witness account. I'll give it to you, but I want out of here and not to spend a moment in jail."

"That really isn't your choice and furthermore why would we want a little nothing like Sam, when we've got one of the big fishies dead to rights."

Jason's laughter floated around the room; it was rich and boisterous and filled with a surety he had never felt before.

"You are a silly little man Ric. That's always been your problem. You think you are one of the big fishes, but you are nothing but a little boy trying to be like his daddy. You couldn't fill his shoes; your narcissistic tendencies would never allow you to raise that far."

"You don't know anything about my father, you two bit thug."

Not being deterred, Jason continued. "Then we dive into your mental deficiency over your mother. Mommy didn't love you enough; you didn't get enough of mommy's time. Maybe she loved Sonny more than you and maybe little Ric can't function unless he's hurting someone."

"Go to hell Morgan, you don't know anything about me."

"Ric, I know you better than I would ever like. You set out to hurt your brother and when that didn't work, you set out to hurt his wife. The only thing you didn't clue into, she isn't worth a pot to piss in. You tried to take her baby and she still got down and dirty with you, just so she could stick it to Elizabeth. Want to know something though; you all are blinder than blind."

"What the hell are you talking about now?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, when the time is right, you'll know. You do realize this may work for now, but it won't last, your incompetency knows no bounds. Now, if we are done with the touchy feely crap, can we just get this show on the road?"

"Fine" Ric said petulantly. "Jason Morgan, you are under arrest."

"Are you going to tell me what for or are you hoping you can spin something once we get 'downtown'?"

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say, can be used against you in a court of law…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know this drill but you also know how it turns out every time, not to mention, you're the D.A. not a cop, so does that mean, you don't have the authority? Nevertheless, let's go boy wonder, times a wasting."

"I'll get you yet."

"Isn't the line 'I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too'?"

Seeing the glint in Ric's eyes, Jason threw his head back, laughing from the bottom of his stomach, feeling better by the minute.

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