"Are you positive that there isn't anything I can get for you?" Francis opened the door to her suite, stepping aside and letting Liz pass.

Looking over her shoulder strangely at him, she made a face and stopped. "Francis you've asked me that four times now. All I need is a nap, really." Seeing his look of disbelief, Liz rolled her eyes. "I'm hung over, not dying."

With a slight nod of his head Francis closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the blissful silence. Giving the door one last look, she pushed aside the guards strange behavior and walked into the living room. Tossing her purse on one end of the couch, she collapsed on the other side and placed her head into her hands.

How could one night turn her world upside down? What a mess. To top of her nightmare his girlfriend, Carly shows up. How ironic was that?

Standing up wearily she walked over to the large picture window and looked down at the tourists that were scurrying around, looking a lot like ants. What she would do to trade places with anyone of them at that moment, anything to avoid 'the talk' Jason kept hounding for.

What was there to talk about really? It seemed that neither one of them remembered much about the previous night. Probably just worried that his sweet tempered girlfriend would find out. Snorting in disgust, Liz pushed herself away from the window and wandered around the room. Typical man. But even as the thought entered her mind she brushed it aside. There definitely wasn't anything typical about Jason Morgan. Not just his appearance, but the fact that he seemed real. Like his expression when he was trying to calm her when the topic of birth control, or lack of came up. Something in his eyes told her that she could trust him to do the right thing, no matter what.

But then again what kind of man went behind his girlfriend's back? Something tugged at the back of her mind. Demanding her to remember a conversation she and Emily had no to long ago. She'd been talking about Jason and Carly. The words unholy terror used to describe the blonde and something about Jason's love for Michael. Had it really been only yesterday that Emily was telling her this?

What did it matter really? Six days from now she and Emily would be heading back to Boulder, leaving Las Vegas and last night behind. This whole mess would become yet another Lizzie story. It seemed that she couldn't get through a vacation without one.

Sadly it was Webber family tradition to sit around and tell one Lizzie story after another. Each story more embarrassing then the last. Every one of them started the same way. "Do you remember the time Lizzie... She had learned to hate those words by the time she was ten. Having to sit quietly as her family shared her most humiliating moments with anyone unfortunate enough to be considered friends of the family.

Wouldn't last night be a great Lizzie story to bring up at the next tea her Mother railroaded her into. Sitting out in the garden, surrounded by her parents snobbish friends and colleague as she told them all about the time Lizzie had her cherry popped by a Mob enforcer. Wouldn't her parents be so proud?

What she needed was a plan. One that didn't suck. She had six more days to get through and she wanted to do it with grace. Apparently her pretend it didn't happen and ignore the handsome guy strategy wasn't worth beans. The second Jason pinned her with his determined gaze she knew he wasn't one for letting things go. But that was before the big mouthed harpy had shown up. Perhaps now with his girlfriend in town he'd realize that ignorance could be bliss.

Then there was Emily. No matter what she had said to Jason, she couldn't keep something this monumental from her best friend. There was no telling how she'd react if she found out from anybody else but her. Emily had the tendency to be a little dramatic at times. No. Liz thought with a shake of her head, Emily was dramatic most of the time.

Perhaps once Emily and got over her inevitable hysterics, she'd have some insight on how to handle her brother and his irritating need to talk things out. Satisfied with her decision, Liz made her way to her room for a long soak in the luxurious tub.

"Why can't you ever listen?" Followed Carly into his suite Jason slammed the door behind him.

"I do." Carelessly shrugging her shoulders, Carly looked around and wrinkled her nose. "You own part of this place, you'd think you'd get a better room."

"It's just a room."

With a roll of her eyes, Carly sauntered over to the bed, sitting down with practiced ease and crossed one long leg over the other. "You could at least act like you're happy to see me."

"Why? I told you not to come." Rubbing a hand over his face, Jason tried to erase the disgusted expression on Elizabeth's face out of his mind. Apparently his little sister had filled her in on certain aspects of his life, painting a different picture from the one he actually lived. Who could blame her though? Emily was still young and naive. Thinking he chose to live with Carly because he felt something for the rabid shrew. Not comprehending that it was only for Michael.

By nature Carly was one of the most selfish people he'd ever met. Always looking out for number one. Not even motherhood had softened her rough and poisoned edges. When he'd first met her, she was exactly the type of person he needed in his life. Someone who wasn't up his ass, wanting him to remember some stranger's memories. Carly hadn't even known who in the hell Jason Quartermaine was. But the more he learned about himself, the more it became apparent to him that he definitely didn't need her in his life. It'd been too late by then, she was pregnant and he'd somehow had become sucked in by her many lies and schemes.

So many times he'd wanted to just walk away, to turn his back and shut her out of his life. How much easier it would have been on everyone involved. His life would've been a lot quieter. But that also meant losing Michael and that was absolutely unacceptable.

"What is wrong with you?" Her calm facade finally cracked as her eyes blazed with the fury he knew would come. This was the real Carly. The woman he knew her to be. Her little act lasted for only so long before she grew tired of it. Rising to her feet, she stabbed a sharply manicured finger into his chest, her eyes wild. "You're the one who asked me to move in with you. I thought you wanted us to be a family. You, Michael and me."

So this was how it was going to happen, Jason mused for a moment. Dreading this conversation that was going to happen sooner or later. He'd just been hoping it would've been a little more later.

"Carly not now. I have a meeting in twenty minutes. If you want to talk tonight we can."

"No, we'll talk now. Why did you ask me to move in?"

"I asked you to move in because AJ left you penniless and was threatening to take Michael away." His voice was quiet, but his gaze never wavered from hers.

"But we slept together." Carly sputtered as she took a step back.

"Carly it's been months since we even shared the same room." He pointed out as he ran a hand through his spiky hair in exasperation.

"You found someone else." Placing her hands on his chest she tried to shove him. Her eyes glared in hatred. "Haven't you? That's the real reason why you didn't want me to come."

Seeing that she was about to push at him again, Jason gripped onto her wrists to stop her. "Will you stop it? There was no reason for you to be here. This isn't about you. I'm here on business and to see my best friend get married."

"I bet she was that little Pollyanna that was with you at breakfast this morning." Clearly past listening to him, Jason's head whipped up. "That skinny little nothing."

"Carly that's enough. Leave Emily's friend out of this. She has nothing to do with you being here when I asked you not to come." Feeling the palm of her hand connect with the side of his face, Jason's head snapped to the side. He hadn't been prepared for that. She usually didn't get physical until after the first twenty minutes of fighting.

"Deny it." She screamed, "Tell me that you didn't sleep with her."

Blinking a few times, fully knowing that he was at a loss, he said nothing. She knew he couldn't lie, there was no way to really avoid a straightforward question like that but to not answer it.

Tears fell from her eyes as she angrily swiped at them. "See the brain damage is some use after all. Huh Jase? But you better tell that little piece of fluff that I refuse to lose you to a nothing like her."

"It's not what you think Carly." He could see the wheels turning in her head. Another Carly scheme that was going to have him running in circles if he didn't stop it now.

"Really?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips. "Would you like another try at my earlier question?" Raising her brows she waited for him to speak. "Let me guess, you're gonna plead the fifth. Don't worry, I won't draw any blood. Well not at first at least."

"Carly you're going to leave her alone." Lowering his voice and taking an intimidating step forward, Jason restrained himself from shaking her senseless. "If I have to lock you in this room until I can get you on the next plane I will."

"Try it." Narrowing her eyes, and taking a step so that they stood toe to toe. She tilted her head back and glared up at him. "If you do, you'll never see Michael again." Seeing his jaw clench at her threat she knew she'd gotten through to him.

Watching in glee as he spun away from her, Carly threw her head back and laughed.