Disclaimer: I own nothing from General Hospital.

Summary: When an engagement ring mysterious appears on someone's finger, it sends Port Charles in a tale spin.

Timeline: 2009, after Liason's break up but before LnL2 reunion. Everyone believes Elizabeth is single and free, until an engagement ring popped up on her finger.

Pairings: Are A Surprise!

Inspiration: I really wanted to write something funny. I usually write longing or angst with a reunion (though there is a few exceptions), but I wanted to write something that will make the readers laugh and say, "Go! Liz!" So this is how this idea came about after watching an episode of "Vicar of Dibley" where the main character, Geraldine Granger, is getting married and a bunch of her past loves try to get her to runaway with them. It was an amazing episode, I recommend everyone to watch it. It is on Netflixs.

Songs that helped inspire me:

"The Word I Couldn't Keep" from Nancy Drew: Sea of Darkness

Thanks to, Of Elfin Blood, Princessdiana516, butterfly Liz, leas mom, leeleelayla5, narnia365, trini12180, KuM8, QUEENADDEK, aphass, liasamccool388, E-Nizzy, barbara87413, Bjq, ROCkERJACKSON, Dreamer0293, brokenangelwings16, Wonderwomom, lulubell76, ravenb, Moviegirl1616, byland, Karebears1981, Bryantk82, aoerh, kikimoo, sammygirl271, lish1809, reina13, megshoste, vlalita, notenoughlove, chriswrites99, rosyronni, for all the follows.

Thanks to, CandyHearts22, NaxiePatrinaFan47, bookfreak25, trini12180, QUEENADDEK, liasamccool388, McCarthy, Doreen769, Meghie03, ROCkerJACKson, Dreamer0293, theonlythingthatsevermattered, byland, TJStevens, AresStar, Bryantk82, megshoste, notenoughlove, lish1809, Twisted Musalih, blackgem17, chriswrites99, for all the favs. :D

And a special thanks to, kcke2pen, Guest, ilovedana53, arcoiris0502, Bjq, Cynthia, Mari, MeridianRN, reina13, barbara87413, Guest2, chicki'62, Mona, for all the reviews! THANK YOU SO MUCH! WOW! I can't believe the turn out for this story. You all have inspired me, and there will now be more possible endings. I hope that you will all find them enjoyable.

Guest reviews:

Mona: Thank you so much! Oh, I feel you. I am going to lose internet for a while so I'm desperately trying to update as fast as I can, lol. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I will definitely do one-shots sequels for some of these guys, so keep an eye out.

Chicki'62: Thank you so much. I wish we could get them on screen together. Too true. Tony is always nice to have around, no?

Guest 2: Glad that you love it! I Liason too, they are my first ship always.

MeridianRN: I'm glad that you loved it. I agree 500% about Dean Winchester being protective and lovely to look at. ;D

Cynthia: You're welcome! Thank you so much. That's what I love about Elizabeth is that she is so many things, a mother, a lover, an artist, a survivor, and I wanted to showcase with Dean who is many of those things as well. Obviously, not the mother part, but you get what I mean. Yes, Kliff Kingsbury was definitely worth the google. ;)

Guest: Glad you like Sherlock. Hmm, any children him and Liz would have would be all that, lol.

Guest: Glad that you liked Dean and Liz! They are sparkly together, aren't they?

Now, I know I promised another Dragon Age, but it wasn't just letting me write it. So I decided to do a Skyrim one. It's pretty self explanatory. If you have any questions, just let me know. :D

BONUS CHAPTER: SKYRIM

"The Dragonborn"

"Hey! Hey! Leave him alone!"

Panic. Blood curdling panic. Fists, hurt. Blood, so much blood. Too much blood. Guts, limbs, scattered everywhere…a maniacal laughter and then darkness. A deep darkness like a restless slumber that could not be broken, or stirred from. Flashes of red, and gold flickered through the pitch black and heaviness settled upon on all of her limbs. "Ah, Fate! What a curious thing fate is, isn't it? Almost as strange as this so called free will you little mortals are all about. Fate and free will go together like oil and water but are so often smashed like they PB and J! Ha, I bet you are wondering why an old Daedric Prince like me is monologue to ye, but don't think spim or spam of it. You likely won't remember. Ah, but where was I?"

It was not a natural kind of sleep though this thought seemed a strange thought to think, but Elizabeth Webber was far from normal. She had preferred painting, free running and self-defense for obvious reasons and an unusual number of other activities that had her dubbed as "strange". However, that was often Carly running her mouth like she often did. She tried to recall bits and pieces of what had happened before she had fallen into the darkness, but it all felt so far away. She could not recall a thing.

"Yes, fate and free will. Free will is every creatures given right, or so you think. It's not that simple. The Forces of Fate cannot control what you do, but they can construct the world around you. Set up events, and predict what you are going to do. Most often they are right. But they won't expect you…a mere mortal from another world. You are the albatross, the Champion of Choice and Changer of Fate Itself. Or at least, you will be if you can make it that far. Either way, make it entertaining. Hate to have to kill you for putting on a bad show."

Her brows furrowed, she could feel them furrow, but she could not shake the heaviness from her eyes and lift them up. There was a peculiar noise that reached her ears. Like a wheel rolling against cobblestone…like a carriage? Elizabeth couldn't be certain. She had only been in a horse drawn carriage once, and that was as a child at a zoo. But she knew it was not a car. A car's rubber wheels made a more smooth sound against the pavement, and she heard no car engine. Only the faint sound of hooves stomping on the ground, and a horse neighed confirming her suspicions. Why would she be in a carriage? It made no sense. Was it a dream? No, the wood seat beneath her was all too real as was the splintering pain throbbing through her skull. Her jaw worked as words flurried up her throat only to be caught on the tip of her tongue, lost before they could pass her lips. Her fingers twitched, and she tried to move her hands only to find them bound.

Panic laced through her as quick as white lightning, Elizabeth drew in a sharp shuddering breath. Memories of that dark, dank crypt from so long ago lashed through her. Her heart hammered against her ribcage and she drew every ounce of strength she could to force open her eyes. Sunlight, almost blinding bright hit her and she cringed twisting her head to the side. She saw trees all around her, and the blue sky that lied beyond. Her brows furrowed, and her cerulean blue eyes stared around completely flummoxed. "What the hell…?" Elizabeth sat up, and her jaw dropped. This…isn't happening. This is a dream, right? If it was it was the most realistic dream that she had ever experienced.

Across from her was a tall, stocky blond man with blond hair that hung down to his shoulders, a braid on the left side running down the side of his temple. He wore a dark chain mail with a tore blue tunic over it that looked as worn down as the man himself. He had a bruises and grim covering his face as if he had been through some kind of struggle. Ralof, she recognized him immediately and the building panic skyrocketed. Her gaze drifted off to her right and she saw the horse thief. He was a scraggily looking fellow, with pale skin in lanky form with a terrified look plaster to his face. Elizabeth pulled in a shaky breath that tore through her and immediately turned her head to the right.

Ulfric Stormcloak was an intimidating man, even bound and with a gag wrapped around his mouth. With hazel eyes as sharp as a hungry wolf's, he analyzed everything around him. It was strange that even captured by his enemies, he held a dignified air about himself draped in his rich furs and self assured confidence. He knew that he was on his way to his death, and he faced it without fear. It was almost admirable if he was such a bigot, Elizabeth thought.

"You are finally awake, lass?" Ralof asked, his brown eyes filled with concern as they raked over her. Such a stranger lass in such strange clothing, he thought idly. He had never seen anything quite like her with her long copper hair that reached down her waist to her large doe eyes that were such a vivid shade of cobalt. Her skin was alabaster and unblemished like freshly fallen snow. She looked young, barely into adulthood. "Got caught trying to cross the border," Ralof said, sympathetically. "Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

Elizabeth almost replied that she had most certainly had not been crossing some border. The last thing she recalled was heading to her art studio to paint and to relax, because her Grams had Cameron for the night. That woman loved to spoil her son very much, and Elizabeth was grateful for it. So many people had turned their back on her when she didn't take Ric or Lucky back. Lucky had cheated on her with her sister just to hurt her because she had fallen in love with Jason. Ric had manipulated himself into her life, and then claimed to love her before kidnapping his sister-in-law to steal his brother's baby. No to mention he secretly fed her birth control that nearly killed her. She had let herself be fooled by both men, and lost out on the one that had counted Jason. Sometimes, she entertained the idea if she had just let her be herself and give it all with Jason if things would have ended differently. But no matter the mess her life had become, it had led to one night she ended up with Zander and that gave her son Cameron.

She couldn't regret that. Cameron was her light, her reason for getting back up and rebuilding her life that had been left in shambles by all those that she had considered friends. Shaking her head, not wanting to think about that anymore she tried to recall whether or not she made it to her studio. Her expression pinched, something had happened. Something very significant, but for the life of her she couldn't recall it. Did she perhaps slip in the snow? Hit her head? That could explain why she was having this realistic dream about Skyrim. A game she hadn't played in over a year, she thought swallowing a hysterically giggle that threatened to bubble up. It had been recommended to her by a fellow art student, said it would help with some stress.

Elizabeth had fallen quickly in love with the game though she would deny it if asked. It had brought back memories of her childhood where she would run around all day and return home covered in mud after battling monster and dragons. Her mother despised that, but sometimes, Elizabeth remembered her father hiding a smile. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

"Damn you Stormcloaks," the thief spat, his beady eyes narrowed at Ralof. "Skryim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I would have stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfall by now."

Elizabeth would have rolled her eyes if her head didn't throb so bad. She released a long breath, and swallowed thickly. "Oh…this is so bad," Elizabeth croaked out, her voice rough and sounded foreign to her own ears. She looked down at her hands, and noted that they looked nice and normal. It might be nice to be a Khajit or Angorian for make belief's sake, but seeing her own normal hands gave her a small measure of comfort.

"You there," the thief took her words to mean that she shared his feelings on the matter. "You and me don't belong here. The Imperials are after these Stormcloaks, not us."

Elizabeth gave him a flat look. "Something tells me that the Empire isn't too choosey on who they send to the chopping block," she stated, dryly. She reached up to touch her throat, which was a bit awkward given how her hands were bound. Her throat ached and felt raw as if she had been screaming. Rubbing it lightly she thought a bit absentmindedly being thankful that this was just a dream. If not, she certainly would be in some hot water. She almost laughed imagining herself swing a sword. Sure she took up boxing to keep in shape, and she took Archery competitively in high school which was a two years ago. She knew how to make a campfire, and she knew a little bit about medicine thanks for her mother who had been an accomplished nurse. Did that make her someone capable of surviving in Skyrim realistically? Hell, no. She wasn't even going to lie.

"That they are not," Ralof admitted, with a self deprecating half smile on his face. "We are all brothers and sisters in binds now."

"Silence," the Imperial soldier demanded, darkly. "One more utterance, and I will rattle your jaw."

The conversation fell silent for a long moment, and Elizabeth drew in another breath. The air was cold, and crisp, and clean. She had never tasted air so fresh before. Elizabeth looked up at the crystal blue sky with a sense of awe because she did not think she had ever seen it look so clear. No pollution in the air. No toxins to build smog in the atmosphere.

"What is wrong with him?" The thief nodded at Ulfric.

"Watch your tongue," Ralof glowered, straightening his spine. "You're speaking to Ulfric Stromcloak, the true High King."

The thief gaped for a long moment. "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? The leader of the rebellion?" the thief stuttered out, fear in his gaze.

"Unless there is another Ulfric running around with another rebellion," Elizabeth stated, sarcastically. When she felt out of her depth, she turned to sarcasm. She liked to think it was one of her more endearing qualities, but she was the only who usually felt that way. Ralof let out a chuckle while the thief gave her glare to which she arched an eyebrow.

"You don't get it, do you?" The thief spat. "If they've captured him then…oh, gods, where are they are taking us?"

"I don't know where we are going," Ralof heaved a heavy sigh. "But I imagine Sovngarde awaits."

"Helgen," Elizabeth suddenly said.

"What?" The horse thief looked at her.

"We are headed toward Helgen," Elizabeth stated. It was all a dream, so there was no harm in divulging that. She would probably wake up as soon as her head hit the chopping block, or when she died in some strange and stupid way. That's what usually happened with strange dreams, right? As interesting it was to have this dream, she really wanted to go home. There was a hollow ache in her arms that longed to hold her son. He had just turned one only a few short months ago, and he was growing so fast. It made her heart clench at the thought.

"How would you even know?" The thief looked skeptically. "You've been out since before we got put in this god forsaken carriage."

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and refrained pinching the bridge of her nose. She did not remember the thief being this annoying in the game. She looked to her left, and saw the walls of Helgen in the distance as the carriage rolled down the hill. She heard the thief muttering under his breath about this couldn't be happening, and she ran her hands curled into fists. Even though she was convinced this was some weird dream, or that she had fallen (if that was the case then she hoped someone found her and soon) conking her head, she could not stop the panic that was blossoming in her heart. It felt so real. It felt too real.

It would be so easy to convince herself that this was real, but that would be impossible. Elizabeth shook her head, lightly. Ralof peered at her curiously. "What village are you from, lass?" He asked, and Elizabeth looked at him in surprise.

"What? Why would you want to know that?" She blurted out, before she could help herself.

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home," Ralof said, simply.

Elizabeth started at him a bit perplexed. After all, he was supposed to ask that to the horse thief, not her. "I doubt it's somewhere you've heard of," Elizabeth stated, avoiding it for obvious reason.

"I am well traveled despite what my humble appearance may suggest," Ralof stated, his eyes flickered towards the Helgen gates. "I would be surprised if I hadn't heard of it."

"Port Charles. I'm from a town called Port Charles," she answered, quietly.

"Port Charles?" Ralof mused, with a hint of surprise in his voice. He could not recall of hearing of such a place in Skyrim. He supposed she could be from somewhere other than Skyrim, but he had seen many maps, but none with a Port Charles on them. "No, can't say I ever heard of that."

"That doesn't surprise me," Elizabeth chuckled.

"General Tullius, sir, the headsman is waiting," a soldier shouted as they pulled through the gates. Fear shudder down her spine like icy fingers in a taunting caress, Elizabeth sat up slightly straighter and more rigid. She had dreams where she had died before, and even though they were just dreams, she didn't relish them in the slightest.

"Good. Let's get this over with," General Tullius tone of voice was brusque, and harsh.

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akotash. Divines, please help me," the thief whimpered, bent over with his hand clasped tightly together.

Elizabeth watched as Ralof's upper lip curled back in a sneer as he caught sight of General Tullius talking to the Thalmor. "Look at him…General Tullius, the military governor and it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves…I bet they had something to do with this."

Elizabeth glanced over Ralof's shoulder at made out General Tullius back and just beyond the General, she saw Elewen. A shiver ran down her spine for if there was anyone out of the game that had truly unnerved her it was that Thalmor elf. She glanced back at Ralof's face twisted in disdain. She could understand his lack of love for the Thalmor. They were shady, and underhanded with an ulterior motive that few chose to see. They were bigots of a different coin than the Stormcloaks. Where the Storm cloaks (for the most part) were racist against anyone who wasn't a Nord, while the Thalmor chose to attack religion though Elizabeth didn't believe it was because the religion differed from theirs. Elizabeth believed it was to diminish the power that Talos had over the people, to diminish the power it had to inspire hope and strength that Tiberius Septim's legend could inspire.

The Thalmor did it so that they could have this war, brother raging against brother and when it came to pick up the pieces they would be there waiting. Not to mention it was clear that the elves believed themselves to the be the superior race, and Elizabeth hardly cared for thinking like that. People who acted like always left a bad taste in her mouth. She had steered clear of the Civil War storyline in the game for neither side inspired her to join them, though she did feel marginally bad after finding out what the Thalmor did to Ulfric. It made sense that he would hate them for that, but that still did not excuse the way he treated all elves, Khajit and Argonians. The actions of few should not be held against the many.

"You were right…this is Helgen," Ralof's face turned bittersweet. "I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vila is still making that mead with the juniper berries mixed in." He gave a self-deprecating smile. "Funny when I was a wee lad Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel safe."

Elizabethe felt that she should offer so kind of words of comfort, but she couldn't find any. What words could she give a man who thought he was on his way to his death? Behind her back she could hear a young boy's voice, "Papa…who are they? Where are they taking them?"

"Get inside," the father urged his son.

"Why? I want to watch the soldiers," the little boy complained.

"Inside the house. Now." The father left no room for argument.

Elizabeth jolted when the carriage came to an abrupt halt. The unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach grew two fold and her heart skipped a beat inside of her chest.

"Why are we stopping?" The thief asked, fearfully.

"Why do you think?" Elizabeth looked at him. "End of the line."

The thief gulped. "No, no, no…"

"Let's go…shouldn't keep the guard's waiting, now should we?" Ralof said, with a humorless smile.

"No! No! We aren't rebels!" The thief proclaimed loudly, but all ears of the Imperial were deaf to his claims. Ralof rose to his feet, and the thief rose to his trembling ones. Ulfric rose gracefully, but Elizabeth held tight for a split second. Her eyes narrowed, and lips tilted downward. This isn't right, she thought, a dizzy feeling swept over her and she rose to her feet slowly. They dropped out of the cart one by one, and Elizabeth flinched as her feet hit the ground. Her legs wobbled, and her knees threatened to buckle right out from underneath her. Her entire body from head to toe felt weak and lethargic as if she had been asleep for a very, very long time.

She stumbled like a fowl walking for the first time when Ralof caught her with his hands and steadied her. "Whoa…easy there," he said, quietly. She looked up at him, and when he was this close she appreciated the lines of tension that crinkled around his eyes and mouth. He looked worried, and she supposed he had every right to be. After all, he truly believed this was the end of the line for him.

"Thanks," she murmured, softly.

"Step towards the block when your name is called," the Captain stated, her voice harsh and brusque. Her expression was cold and hard as she regarded them all as if they were something she had just scraped off the bottom of her shoe.

"Empire love their damned lists," Ralof groused, underneath his breath. Elizabeth stayed silent, apprehension crept across her skin and seeds of doubt grew inside her mind. The wind brushed against her face, a chill on the end of it brought from the snowy mountains that stood like silent observers above.

"Ulfric Stormcloack, Jarl of Windhelm," Hadvar said.

Ulfric walked forward his head held high, and walked forward without a split second of hesitation. Ralof inclined his head, and spoke, "It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric."

"Ralof of Riverwood," Hadvar checked the next name of the list. Ralof only paused for a moment to give her a nod, before he followed Ulfric without a single glance back. "Lokir of Rokistead."

Lokir trembled. "No! You don't understand! You can't do this!" The thief pleaded, desperately then he bolted forward.

"Halt!" The Captain shouted as Lokir dashed past the guards running as fast as his legs could take him. "Archers," she barked out, roughly.

Elizabeth felt the blood roar in her ears as she watched the guard notch an arrow and pull it back. The sound of the string creaking impossibly loud and then the arrow was released. It soared through the air and Elizabeth watched as it struck Lokir straight in his back. His body slammed to the ground with a sickening thud, and a scream of pain ripped through his lips as he thrashed on the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest as beads of sweat dotted around her forehead when a guard marched towards the horse thief weapon drawn. She watched the blade glint in the sunlight as the guard raised of Lokir's neck ignoring his guttural pleas, but Hadvar stepped in her gaze. All she heard was the sound of metal biting into flesh and one last gurgled breath.

Elizabeth stood there, her stomach turned violently. Bile was bitter on the back of her tongue, and she shuddered from her head to her toes. Her knees knocked together and tears welled up in her eyes. Her heart squeezed tight in her chest with panic, and she made a noise torn between a scream and sob.

"You there…who are you?" Hadvar asked, a look of shock on his face. There was no mention of another prisoner on the list at all.

Elizabeth's eyes snapped towards him, incredulity spread across her face. "What?" She gasped out, her voice raw with emotions. She had just seen someone die, and suddenly it didn't feel like a dream anymore. It felt like a nightmare.

"Who are you?" The Captain snapped.

Anger rushed through her, boiling and white hot. She gritted her teeth together and glared at the woman. Her lips were sealed tight together, and she absolutely refused to answer the woman. The Captain narrowed her eyes and stepped forward when Hadvar intervened. "Captain, there are no other names on the list," he stated, uncertainty.

The Captain tossed Elizabeth a cold look. "It matters not. All we go to the chopping block, name on the list or not," the Captain stated, stiffly and then turned her back on Elizabeth.

Hadvar gave her a sympathetic look. "That way, prisoner," he stated, softly.

Elizabeth stood there froze until Hadvar shoved her forward. Her feet moved on autopilot towards the chopping block. Guards stood in a line, all of them eyeing the prisoners warily while the excitation stood there with the large axe in hand. There was still dried blood caked on it. It's a dream. I'll wake up soon, she swallowed back down the bile violently. Her head throbbed painfully, as if fiery hot nails were being raked across her brain.

"Ulfric Stormcloak," General Tullius was older man with a dusty of grey in his brown hair, and lines upon his face. His brown eyes drilled straight into Ulfric's filled with a grim satisfaction. "Some here in Helgen consider you to be a hero. You are no hero. A hero does use the power of the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne."

Ulfric gave a muffled growl in response.

"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into this chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace," Tullius stated, strongly.

"Oh, dear God," Elizabeth wasn't trying to be rude, but this was her fourth time hearing this. She had played the game quite a lot, and his speech a bit too repetitive and quite frankly annoying.

"You have something to say, prisoner?" The Imperial Captain snapped, and took a threatening step forward.

"Yeah, actually, I do. Here you are waxing poetically about your defeat of Ulfric when you should be more worried about the dragon that is about to burn Helgen to ashes." Lizzie had come out to play, and she gave the General a frankly unimpressed look. Her lips thinned out, and she looked around at all the blank stares she received. Perhaps bluntness wasn't the best way to approach, but she wouldn't feel right not giving them some kind of warning. Even in a dream, her conscious wouldn't allow it and besides what was the true harm?

Silence reigned for more than few moment before General Tullius turned towards her slowly, and his face sagged with shock. "Excuse me?" He asked, his raspy like he had a cold or had been shouting recently. She was betting it was the shouting.

Elizabeth sighed. Well, it was too late to go back now. "The dragon. You should be worried about the dragon," Elizabeth stated, rolling the tension out of her shoulders. At the base of her skull was a tight knot, and it seemed to slowly extend out to all of her limbs. The faint beat of adrenaline in her eardrums, and she stared straight into General Tullius's face. "Ulfric isn't really you're biggest priority right now."

"Dragons are a myth," the Imperial Captain snapped.

Elizabeth barely glanced her way. "You believe that then you're dead. A lot of people will be because it's on its way here and you are too busy with this war you don't realize that the sky is going to fall in on you," Elizabeth stated, a little more calmly than she felt. Inside she was a ball of anxiousness not having any idea what this would do. So when in doubt keeping talking until she put her foot in her mouth, like she usually did. "But carry on," Elizabeth said, waving her hand as if she were some dignitary bestowing some great reward upon them. "In a few minutes, you'll be forced to believe anyways," she added, underneath her breath. "Or burn."

"And who is this?" General Tullius eyed her like he was ready to her to be insane. "Your court jester?" He shot Ulfric a glance, his lips twitched upward as if he were witty. Some scattered laughter came from all around (from the Imperial side) while Ulfric stared stonily at Tullius, not in the least bit amused.

"For the love of Talos, let's get this over with!" One Stormcloak had finally had enough and marched his way over to the chopping block. When the priestess tried to give her sermon, the man looked up from where he knelt and glowered at the priestess. "Woman, save your hollow words for an Imperial who will believe them. I know my ancestor smile down upon me on this day, but none of you will ever be able to say the same!"

"Very well," the priestess said, tersely and stepped back away from the chopping block as the Imperial Captain shoved the Stormcloak forward.

Suddenly a noise tore through the air. A strange roar like thunder rippled through the sky above and everyone looked up except Elizabeth. She knew what was up there, and had no need to see the scaly flying beast that she would come face to face with if the dream lasted that long.

"What was that?" Hadvar asked, frowning.

Elizabeth gave a slight smile, and shook her head. When the noise faded, and after a moment, of stillness, everyone proceeded onward. "It's nothing," Tullius stated, though there was a note in his voice. A slight hesitation that gave away that he did not truly believe it was nothing, but he wished to get the execution done swiftly. He would have nothing that could delay it. "Carry on."

Elizabeth's stomach twisted in knots as the Imperial Captain shoved the man down on the chopping block and placed her heel on his back so he could not move. "My ancestors are smiling at me," he gave one last sneer as the executioner moved forward. "Can you say the same?"

The executioner gave no reply. He just raised his blade, and brought it down with a grunt. It sliced clean through the man's neck, and his head rolled off the block straight into the basket.

"You Imperial bastards!"

"Justice!"

"Death to the Stormcloaks!"

Shouts came from all around, and Elizabeth felt a bead of sweat roll down her right temple as her wide eyes stared down at the chopping block. Blood ran down the chopping block, so much blood. A queasy sick feeling swept over her and she stumbled back, her heart hammering in her chest like a jack hammer. I'm going to be sick, Elizabeth thought, dizzily. Now would be a great time to wake up.

"Next," the Imperial pointed straight at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt her heart jolt inside her chest, then suddenly the roar from above happened again. It seemed to echo off the very sky itself and the earth beneath her feet gave a light tremble.

"There it is again," Hadvar stated, brow pinched. He glanced at the Imperial Captain, and hand on his sword. "Didn't you hear it?"

The Imperial was silent, but only for a moment. She shook her head and tossed Elizabeth a disgusted look. "I said next prisoner," she stated, sternly.

Hadvar sighed, then looked at Elizabeth. "To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy," he stated, his voice a lot kinder than that of the Captain's.

Elizabeth gulped, and took shaky steps forward. What else could she do? If she tried to run, she'd ended up like Lokir did. Skewed on the end of an arrow. Her head was bowed, and she nearly collapsed when she had to step over the Stormcloak man's body. Her entire body trembled from head to toe as she was forced to kneel down in the pool of blood. It was warm and wet against her skin, like the tears that trembled down her cheeks before she couldn't help it. "God, please let me wake up now," she sucked in a deep breath of air before the Imperial Captain slammed her foot down on Elizabeth's back knocking it all out. Her cheek was pressed against the wet stone. Her gaze was forced towards the executioner who lumbered forward.

PRESENT TIME

Port Charles

It had been six months since she left Port Charles, or at least, that's what the people here believed. For Elizabeth, it had been infinitely longer. She smiled up at Emily who was holding back tears at the sight of her, and what a sight she was. Battered and bruised, but far from broken. Before her mysterious reappearance, she had decided to tango with an Elder Dragon. Of course, she didn't say this.

That would have sounded crazy, and the last Liz needed was to be locked up in Shadybrooke. So she merely said she couldn't remembered what happened after she was found wandering the side of the road. They made it sound like she was lost, but Elizabeth knew where she had been going. "I'm fine, Em," Elizabeth told her, gently. "I know I may not look it, but I am fine. I'll be even better when I get out of here and get to see my son."

"We're working on getting him here," Emily gripped her hand, tightly. Her face stretched in a broken smile. "I am so happy you are home, Elizabeth. I know that things were messed up when you were taken away, and I hadn't been a good friend, but I swear to you that I will do better. I am here for you, you know that right?" She asked, almost desperately.

Elizabeth looked up at her. "Of course, I do," she said, with a slight sad smile on her lips. The truth was she knew that Emily would be one of the first to turn on her when it was clear that Elizabeth wasn't going to live her life by their rules. She wouldn't get back with Lucky, no amount of words from Emily about how much he missed her would change that. And most importantly, Elizabeth had been through years and years of hardship. She wasn't the same Elizabeth that left, and she wouldn't ever be that Elizabeth ever again.

Emily waited until Elizabeth was resting before she stole out of the room. She marched up to the hub where her mother and Epiphany stood. "Where is that witch with Cameron?" Emily demanded.

"Emily," Monica sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I wish that you would let that go. Elizabeth left Cameron to her. It was Elizabeth's wish, you should respect it."

"Respect it?" Emily scoffed, with no small amount of anger. "That woman came into town, and no one knew her. No one had even heard of her until she was mentioned in Elizabeth's will. She supposedly was good friends with Elizabeth, but she never mentioned her mom. And let's not mention the chaos she has caused ever since. You can't tell me that you don't find that suspicious."

"What I find suspicious, Emily, is that you think you have the right to police Elizabeth's life even though you weren't around for a lot of it the last few years," Monica stated, her voice firm. She didn't want to hurt her daughter, but Emily always had a problem with Elizabeth moving on and away from Lucky. Sometimes, she wondered if Emily didn't project her own thoughts and feelings on the other brunette.

"I…I…" Emily faltered for a moment. "That is not what I am doing."

Monica gave Emily a knowing look, but picked up the phone. She dialed in the number, and held it to her ear until she heard the voice on the other end of the line. "Yes, hello, S…yes, she is. Yes, you can come and see her. You will bring Cameron with you? Alright. Good. Good. See you in a few."

"So? Is she on her way?" Emily asked, with a triumphant feeling in her chest. Soon that little bitch's lies and manipulations would be out and Cameron would be back where he belonged with Elizabeth and Lucky.

"She is," Monica said.

THEN

SKYRIM

Fight or flight instincts welled up inside of her, but by this point they were useless. Her heart hammered in her chest and her only consolation was that once this was dream was over, she was going to wake up. The blade shadow fell over her and that's when she saw him in the distance.

Alduin. His obsidian scales glistened off the sunlight like liquid ebony and he cut through the sky with a grace that only dragons could possess. A roar ripped through the air, louder and more powerful than before.

"What in Oblivion is that?" Tullius roared.

It was the only warning anyone had before he landed on the tower above, and the earth trembled with a powerful quake. "Dragon!" Someone shouted, but Elizabeth didn't see who. Her eyes were pinned on Alduin. He was terrifying as he was majestic, a perfect predator of the skies and his red eyes stared straight into her. He was a sight to behold, even though it struck such a powerful fear within her that it left her rooted to the spot. She had never appreciated how gigantic the Dragons were until she was practically face to face with one. His massive wingspan, pitch black leathery wings stretched out, seemed to blot out the very sun itself.

And the teeth! Two rows of impossibly sharp blood stained teeth that could easily tear through flesh and crush bones. The executioner whirled around, and held up the blade in an attempt to defend himself when Alduin roared. The force behind it sent all of them to the ground, and Elizabeth felt her back impact against the cobblestone with enough force that she felt something in her side crack. The shout trembled through her, and she could feel the power from it move through her blood like a quickening. It was such a peculiar feeling that washed over as if the shout had recognized something within her on a molecular level that she could not even begin to understand.

Head throbbing, her eyes up at the sky and she watched as unnatural storm clouds swirled from above and stole the daylight. The world around them was cast in a dark kind of twilight and instantly everything fell into chaos.

"Don't stand there! Kill it!"

"By Ysmir, nothing can kill it!"

Elizabeth's vision blurred, shapes and figures danced in front of her eyes and she struggled to scrambled to her feet. Loud blasts came from overheard with bright flashes that could only be one thing. Fire. The stench of sulfur perfumed the air and Alduin decimated Helgen, and Elizabeth finally got her feet beneath her when it happened all too fast

Buhh-rump. Buhhh-rump. Buhh-rump. Buhh-rump. Her heart pounded in her chest like the steady rhythm of a beating drum and a primal feeling rose inside her chest. One that she could not for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what this feeling meant, but for a moment, she felt strong. Like she could survive this, at least, that was until she was shoved down to the chopping block. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to ignore the feeling of blood against her skin and heard the faint roar in the sky. The air coiled and thickened and her muscles winded tight together in anticipation. Her brows drew together, and she heard the executioner draw up his axe when the earth quake violently. She heard the dragon's roar and felt the fire before it hit the ground.

"What in Oblivion is that?" Tullius roared.

Elizabeth couldn't help the eye roll. She really couldn't. Seriously, he saw a giant flying reptile and it hadn't clicked inside his head that it was a dragon?

"DRAGON!"

At least, someone has brains, she thought with a hysterically laugh that bubbled up inside of her throat. Fear burned through her like quick silver.

"Don't stand there! Kill it!"

"By Ysmir, nothing can kill it!"

She rolled to her feet, and stumbled to a stand. Her gaze was drawn to Alduin like moth to a flame, and she stared at the massive predator through her lashes. "Alduin," she spoke his name, and despite the chaos all around her she knew he had heard. His eyes were locked onto hers, and there was a strange sort of acknowledgement that passed between them, the Lord of the Dragons acknowledging the threat of the Last Dragonborn and vice versa. Elizabeth inclined her head at him, before she started to back pedaled. She refused to die here again, and especially not by doing something as stupid as tangoing with Alduin with her hands bound. She bent her knees, and kept her head down as the smoke filled the air. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she tried to figure out which way to go, her heart racing in her chest as her eyes flickered from person to person watching each one get knocked down every passing second.

It was like fire and brimstone that fell from down sky, and crashed to the ground like thunder. Elizabeth felt the earth tremble beneath her feet, and it was hard pressed to keep her balance, more so with her hands bond. Her eyes stung with tears from the smoke that was white hot, and blocked her vision. "This way!" A hand grabbed her arm. "The gods will not give us another chance! To your feet!"

Her head snapped to the right, and she gaped. "Ralof?" She asked, surprised. The blond man nodded, and pulled her towards the tower. Stumbling over her feet, they rushed through the threshold and two Stormcloak soldiers slammed the door shut behind them. When they went to bar it, and Ralof just gave them a scathingly look. "You really think that'll keep out a dragon?" Ralof asked, heatedly then he froze as if he had just realized what he had just said. "By Talos, is that truly a dragon? Can the legends be true?"

"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric said, his voice was like thunder. It rumbled with authority as his eyes looked around the room with a hawk like intensity. Elizabeth felt her spine stiffen when Ulfric looked at her, and she could see the cogs twisting behind his gaze as he considered her. It did not take a genius to construe what was rushing through his mind, and she frowned deeply. She looked towards the wounded who lied heaving on the ground. The metallic smell of blood coated the air as strongly as fire and smoke. Her chest rose and fall with sharp breaths before she made her way towards them.

"I'm not a doc…healer, not professionally," Elizabeth offered, staring down the wounded soldiers with compassion written in her gaze. She may not believe in their cause, but that did not mean she liked seeing people suffer. "But I do know medicine, perhaps I can…"

One stormcloak just shook his head at her, his expression sad. "There is nothing that can be done for them now," the soldier told her, quietly. "They make for Sovngarde. May the Hall of Valor await you, dear friend."

Elizabeth stood there for a moment, her face twisted in indecision. "We can't stay here," she spoke, quietly. The chaos outside deafened only slightly by the thick stone walls. "We need to move, now," she urged, twisting towards Ulfric and Ralof.

"The only way is up," Ralof nodded at the stairs.

"I will take my chances out there with the dragon than go with her!" One stormcloak stood to his feet, and glare at Elizabeth who just took a step back in surprise.

"That is enough," Ralof stepped towards her. "We have not the time for petty arguments-"

"Petty! She knew it was coming!" The Stormcloak pointed an accusing finger in her direction. "She knew the dragon was coming! She called it!"

"I did not!" Elizabeth glowered, dangerously. "I warned you! I warned you, and you did not listen." She snapped back, not one to take an accusation like that lightly especially when her fate seemed to be up in the air. She saw the distrust on each of their faces, and just shook her head. "You know what? Go die for all I care! I tried, and that is all I could do! I don't even know why I bothered," she hissed out, her hands clenched at her sides while she resisted the urge to go punch the man right in his face.

The Stormcloak stepped forward threateningly, but Ulfric stopped him with a sharp wave of his hand. "Enough. Ralof is right," Ulfric intoned, darkly. "We have not the time to quarrel over this now, not with a dragon breathing down our neck. As for the woman…" He turned towards her, and Elizabeth felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. It was like a predator acknowledging its prey, and Elizabeth did not like it one bit. "We will figure out what the woman knows later."

And didn't that sound pleasant? How about not, Elizabeth made a note to stay away from Ulfric even if it meant parting ways with Ralof who had been so far the only one she had come to remotely like. She wasn't going to place her trust, not into Ulfric's hands. Especially not when she was remarkably vulnerable now and it appeared that she had knowledge that could be misconstrued as premonitions. Elizabeth watched them rush up the stairs before she followed them silently wondering how going higher would get them out of here. Suddenly she remembered something and she sprinted up the steps. "Wait!" Elizabeth grabbed Ulfric and Ralof both by the collar and pulled them back with a surprising strength.

"Lass, what you-" Ralof started, when the wall came crashing in. Ralof pulled back, and the three sought shelter behind a piece of wall when the dragon roared.

"TOOR SHUL!" The dragon spat fire at the poor Stormcloak soldier that had been a few paces ahead. Elizabeth choked on her vomit and turned her face as she knelt by the wall to spit it out. Her body shook from her head to her toes, and she felt sick. So sick that it seemed to reach deep down in soul and she tried to not breath in the scent of burned flesh as the soldier fell from the steps down to the ground below.

The fire ceased and the dragon swept upward in search of another target. None of them moved, not until they were sure Alduin had left. "Another thing you had knowledge of?" Ulfric turned his eyes towards Elizabeth's pale face. Elizabeth didn't not answer, just gave him a dark look before she brushed past both of them and up the stairs. She came to a halt right at the edge of the tower, and looked down at the inn. It looked impossibly far away. How was she ever supposed to make that jump?

"We will have to jump through the roof to keep going," Ralof stated, once he reached her side. "You first, lass. That roof won't hold up forever, but it is your best way out."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," Elizabeth said, a slight quiver in her voice. "Why if I can't make it?" She looked at Ralof.

Ralof stared down at her with a somber kind of wisdom. "Jump like you can," he told her, simply.

"Oh…kay," Elizabeth said, not certain that actually helped at all. She swallowed thickly and took several steps back staring at the jump before her. Her heart swirled with trepidation, and she clenched her eyes closed tightly.

Then she ran forward as fast as she could. She threw her entire body into the jump, and she felt the hot air rush past her with the sound of train. She didn't open her eyes. She was too afraid to. She didn't want to see if she made it. She didn't want to see if she didn't. She didn't open her eyes until her feet hit the ground, and when she rolled, she rolled right through a hole in the ceiling and fell straight down to the floor below. Her body withered as a white hot like liquid lightning shot through her shoulder blade down to her finger tips when something popped loudly. A scream tore through her lips before she could help it, and tears blurred her vision.

For several seconds, she gasped for air looking like a dying fish left on the bank before she managed to get a breath into her lungs. "Ah…ah…ah…" It was a battle to get over onto her knees, and from there it was almost impossible to stand. But she felt the fire closing in and the ominous creaking of the wood from above. She had to move, the thought rushed through her mind and she moved as fast as she could. She forced the pain away, solely focusing on the exit and as soon as she stepped out into the chaos that the building collapsed behind her.

A hot rush of embers hit her back, and her hair whipped around wildly. She narrowed her eyes, and looked back towards the tower. She did not see Ralof or Ulfric, and knew they must have chosen a different way out. She wasn't entirely surprised. Drawing a deep breath, she hissed as she moved her right arm. A burning, tingling pain came down from her shoulder blade all the way to her fingers tips. She had popped her shoulder out of its socket, and she gritted her teeth together as she moved forward. Dead bodies scattered the ground, some of the burnt beyond recognition, some dead, some withering in pain.

Elizabeth tried not to focus on them as she stumbled over them. She focused on the clear path in front of her, and saw two Imperials with their swords drawn. Hadvar. She recognized him as he shouted to a child. "Hamming, over here! Now!" Hadvar shouted at the young boy. The boy's face trembled, tears streaking down his face as he rushed over to the Imperial's side. "Easy, boy, easy," Hadvar said, quietly.

Elizabeth stumbled over towards them, not sure what her reception would be then Alduin swept down and landed in front of them. "Get back!" Elizabeth shouted, and Hadvar's head snapped towards her for a split second before he scooped the child up into his arms and they fell back. Dragon's fire brushed past them, and they hid behind a building. Elizabeth darted over towards them, adrenaline pounding in her blood.

"Still alive, prisoner?" Hadvar said, his brows pinched ever so slightly. "If you want to stay that way, then you need to stay with me. Understood?" Elizabeth just looked at him, swallowing thickly though she gave no reply. "Gunnar, take Hamming and get to safety."

"What of you?" Gunnar asked.

"I make to recon with General Tullius and take up defense," Hadvar told him, sharply. "Now, go! Go!"

"Gods guide you, Hadvar."

Elizabeth hesitated, she had no desire to see General Tullius anymore than she did Ulfric right now. She knew that whether path she chose that she would not see them, or at least, that's what happened in the game. But this wasn't a game anymore now, was it? Her lips twisted downward as she stumbled after Hadvar, her lungs hard pressed for air in the hot toxic smoke.

They rounded a corner, and a large shadow swooped overhead. "Stay close to the wall!" Hadvar nudged her back against the stone wall and she felt the impact of Alduin landing on the top of it through every bone in her bones. Her eyes widened as she took in the leathery wing just inches from her face and held her breath. "TOOR SHUL!" The dragon unleashed his voice and spread the fire down on Helgen.

Elizabeth trembled as she watched building falls and people die right before her eyes. The smell of ashes and burnt flesh would not be one so easily forgotten. The noise was deafening, beating incessantly against her ear drum and she could barely make out Hadvar telling her to stay put. Her eyes were on Alduin in horror and awe as she watched him shove with all his might off of the wall and took to the sky once more. "Come on, hurry!" Hadvar shouted, loudly. Elizabeth followed him through the decimated ruins of a house before they came out on the main roadway in Helgen where a row archers stood firing arrows up at the flying beast.

"It's you and me, prisoner! Stay close!" Hadvar ordered, rushing past them. He had seen that the majority of soldier were either dead, or fleeing. Only the brave or stupid remained.

The keep, Elizabeth remembered. They were heading towards the keep. It was the only building relatively intact with its large stone walls and Elizabeth picked up the pace, ignoring the pain blossoming in her shoulder.

"Ralof! You damned traitor!" Hadvar came to a sudden halt, his sword drawn out in front of him as if he had half the mind to run the blond storm cloak right through.

Ralof paused to give him a sneer. "We're escaping, Hadvar! You will not stop us," the blond Nord stated, his axe raised ready to defend himself.

"Fine," Hadvar spat. "I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!"

Elizabeth looked between both of them with wide eyes, and indecision swelled up inside of her. Fear prickled at her scalp as she regarded them both, not knowing which one she would follow. Her palms were slick with sweat and her heart seemed to well up inside of her with so much fear and so much uncertainty.

"You!" Ralof saw her, and she swore she saw a measure of relief in his eyes at seeing her. "Come on! Into the keep!"

"With me, prisoner! Let's go!" Hadvar shouted.

Both men rushed off without looking back to see if she was following them, and Elizabeth stood there for a long moment her heart pounding her chest. Her mind was locked in some kind of battle of wills, trying to decipher with path would be the safest. When a shadow from above fell over her, her mind went blank with wild panic and she let her feet do the thinking for her. She slammed through the Keep doors and Ralof slammed it shut behind her.

NOW

Elizabeth was dozing in her hospital bed when she vaguely registered the sound of door opening. She struggled several moments to pull her fluttering eyes open, and she heard a familiar chuckle. "Sleep beauty awakes," the familiar voice commented, mixed with relief and amusement.

Elizabeth blinked several times, and her brows furrowed together. Her head tilted to the side and confusion was written on her face as drew in a deep breath. "Serena."

"Actually, it's Sam now," the dark haired former vampire smiled, holding Cameron at her hip. The swell of her stomach was not missed by Elizabeth's eyes nor was the cat-like smile. "Sam McCall."

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THE BONUS CHAPTER! Bet you didn't expect that kind of ending did you? Again, this Skyrim Liz story is on back burner because I want to finish some longer fics before I delve straight into another long one.

REFERENCE:

1.) Skyrim is at Civil War, and it was foretold that when brother fought brother, Alduin the World Eater a great and terrible dragon would return and destroy the world. The only one that has the chance to stop him is the Last Dragonborn or Dovahkiin (D-oh-v-ah-k-ee-n), the main protagonist and the role that Elizabeth fills in this oneshot. In Dragon language, "Dovahkiin" is a combination of the words 'Dovah,' meaning "dragon," and 'kiin,' meaning "born," or "child" which is typically translated to "Dragonborn," but it can also be translated to "Dragonchild." Dovahkiin also has a second meaning: the 'Dov' in 'Dovah' refers to Dragonkind as a whole, while the 'ah' means "hunter." Interpreted thus, the name reads "Dragonkind Hunter Born," or "Born Hunter of Dragonkind," an appropriate description of what the Dragonborn is destined to do.

I am going to end this at Chapter 20, nice even number. Here's the line up:

Chapter 11: Christian Vega

Chapter 12: Remy Lebeau

Chapter 13: Wolverine

Chapter 14: Steve Rodgers

Chapter 15: Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 16: Ziva David

Chapter 17: Natasha Romanov

Chapter 18: John Waston

Chapter 19: EJ Dimera, sequel

Chapter 20: Dean Winchester, sequel

Reasons that Ziva David and Natasha Romanov are on here. One, they are badass. Two, if Liz was to decide to go play for the other team, she needs someone that could stand up and be equal to Lizzie. These two women fit the bill. :D

Rrs are appreciated. :D