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:

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.

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And a special thanks to 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.


CHAPTER TWELVE

"Jokers are Wild Part 1"


March 7th, 2003

"Hasn't been your night, eh, chérie? Or maybe it has—considering that I am here to rescue you," the thick Cajun accent was unmistakable, and Elizabeth Webber let out a grunt of annoyance. "Been a while, no? Bonjour, ma petit."

Oh, it was quite true. It hadn't been her night, what with the three bigot thugs that had decided to try and beat her up—possibly worse—and the icing on top, but running into Remy LeBeau of all people in New York City…well, it left a bad taste in her mouth. Her blue eyes cut into the imposing figure he was at the mouth of the alleyway, with his worn old brown trench coat and his short dark rouge hair. His eyes were the most imposing off all, and immediately gave him away as a mutant, with the red iris and the rest as black as onyx. He leaned against the brick wall, watching her progress against her attackers, while shuffling a deck of cards.

"If you are here to rescue," Elizabeth said, lightning swirling around her fists as she fought back against the three bigger and larger thugs, "then perhaps, you can lend a helping hand?" She didn't know how these three idiots knew she was a mutant. Not even her own grandmother knew she was a mutant.

"Give them a little zap. Dat'll put dem right down," Remy said, eyeing the thug that turned his way. He smirked when the fool rushed him, and he flicked a card straight at the man's face. The Joker card glittered imbued with energy, and exploded causing the man to cry out and clutch at his eyes.

"If I put anymore into it, I risk killing them," Elizabeth huffed, through clenched teeth. The one that resembled a pig managed to land a good punch right to her skull, and she felt her brain rattled inside.

"Dey'd have no problem killing you, chérie," Remy pointed out, stepping over the bawling man on the ground and grabbed one of Elizabeth's attackers by his lapel. The man made a choking noise, and Remy tossed him headfirst into the nearby brick wall.

"Well, I'm not them!"

"Such compassion," Remy clucked his tongue. "Especially for those undeserving of it."

Elizabeth growled, and kneed the last man in the groin. He fell to his knees with eyes bulging out of his skull, and she landed a punch straight to his face, with enough electrical force behind it to make him see stars. When he dropped the ground, out cold, next to the other two, Elizabeth looked up at Remy. "Where was my rescue?" She asked, haughtily.

"I helped, didn't I?" Remy said, with a shrug of his shoulder.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and made her way past him.

"Now, chérie—"

"I'm not your chérie!" Elizabeth said, sharply.

"Come now, no kiss for your knight in shining armor?"

"I don't make a habit of kissing strange men."

"What a coincidence, neither do I."

Elizabeth pursed her lips against a smile. She didn't want to smile. She didn't want to find him amusing. Not one tiny bit. She stalked out of the alleyway, trying to ignore the other mutant that was hot on her heels. "What do you want, LeBeau? Why are you in Port Charles?" She demanded, her voice harsh. More harsh than she intended.

"A little bit of dis, and a little bit of dat," Remy replied, vaguely. "Was just about to leave when I saw you walking out of de art place. I could barely believe my eyes. Could it really be ma petite Lizzie? I had to see for myself, but before I could reach you those three thugs did."

"You were stalking me?" Elizabeth shot him a look. She hated him using the nicknames. Chérie and ma petite hurt her heart in ways that she hadn't thought it could be hurt anymore. It reminded her of a more innocent time where she had been a little trouble maker trying to find her place in the world, ignored by her parent's and hated by her sister. So she sought refuge with Remy and his crew. When she discovered her mutant abilities, it had felt like fate. Remy made promises, taught her how to lock pick, how to steal, and gave her first cigarette. Despite the age difference of his twenty-three years and her fourteen years, they had become fast friends. Elizabeth would admit that she had a crush on him—with that accent, who wouldn't?—but nothing ever happened because that would have been very, very wrong. He was a bad influence, but in the best way, because also helped her discover her spine and how to stand up for herself.

Sometimes, she wished he had been around after her rape to help her through the aftermath of it. He would have kept her head steady on her shoulders, while she picked up the pieces. Instead, she got Lucky—and while she is grateful to Lucky—after the first week, it had become all about him. She had lost her independence and sense of self for a long time after that. It still curded her blood to think about all that led up to that night. It had been a horrible combination of things. Sarah's swooping in on her day, hurting Elizabeth's pride and caused her to be out in the park that night. And the foolish mistake, she had made taking those suppressants. Over the counter drugs that had become available to mutants that helped dampen their abilities so they could live normal lives. There was no need for a prescription, so she was able to get it and remain anonymous. A thing she would later regret because if she hadn't taken them, then she would have been able to stop Tom Baker from doing what he did. A shudder rushed down her spine, Elizabeth bit her lower lip and shook such thoughts from her head. She hadn't taken the suppressants since that day, and had learned self-control over her ability.

Sometimes, she would slip up, but so far no one had noticed. Why would they notice her? Since Ric slowly and methodically isolated her from everyone, and she been a stupid fool to fall for his act, she had practically become a non-entity to them all. No one saw her. No one cared. She was all alone in the world, or at least, that is what it felt like.

"Stalking is such an ugly term, no?"

"But apt," Elizabeth retorted, hotly. She shoved the door open to her studio building, and marched up the stairs. A quick glance back behind her, and she nearly sighed. He wasn't giving up in the slightly, bent on following her like a dog with a bone. Part of her wasn't as annoyed as it should be, which just made the feelings bubbling up inside of her all that much worse. "Well, now you've seen me, and can be on your merry way."

"Now what is the rush? We are old friends. We should catch up," Remy stated, with a slanted smirk.

"Catch up?" Elizabeth repeated the words, with a deceptively calm tone. She had reached her floor in record time, and she turned to face him with a methodically turn of her heel. "You want to catch up? After what? Six years? Alright let me break this down for you in cliff notes so I can save us both the time: When my own mother and father dropped me off that the neighbors, couldn't be bothered to send me to Port Charles to my grandmother like they did Sarah, I went searching for you. And what did I find, Remy?"

A flash of true guilt flickered through his eyes, before he looked away from her blazing glare. "Chérie, let me—"

"Nothing. I found no trace of you, and the rest of the crew wouldn't give me a single answer. Then in the next week, they were gone, too. I had been abandoned by both of my families, and for what?" Elizabeth said, righteous tears burning in her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled, and she stood there shaking. The lights from the stairwell flickers and buzzed, and stems of electricity ran down her arms as intimately as a lover. It took Elizabeth a minute, and a deep breath to compose herself. The light stopped flickering, and all visible traces of the electric currents faded off of her person. "We could sit and talk for hours, Remy. We could dance around the topic, and laugh like old times, but I already have to wear a mask too much. I'm tired of it, and if I didn't wear a mask, then I would need to why you left. Why you weren't the man I thought you were? Why I couldn't go with you because I would have? And we both know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, now would you?"

Remy said nothing.

Elizabeth drew a wrathful breath, because her heart hurt. She wanted him to deny the charges, to owe up them, or something. Anything was better than just silent acceptance. "I thought you were a good man. I thought you were my friend," Elizabeth said, brokenly. "And then you were gone. You promised me that you were my family, and that I would always have a home with you and you broke that. Why?"

"You're right, ma petite. I'm not a nice man. Not even a good one, just an honest one livin' in a dishonest world," Remy admitted, with a morose smile on his lips. He didn't even look offended by what she said, but rather accepted it as the sad truth. "I promised you dose things because I thought I could give dem to you, but I was wrong. I t'ink people like me aren't meant for dat, but you are Elizabeth. It's why I didn't bring you wi'h us when I left. You deserved better, and I couldn't give dat to you. I'm sorry."

And with that he turned around, descending the stairs with silent footsteps. Elizabeth swallowed down the urge to call out to him, and reached up wiping away the tears from her eyes. She wished she could take those words back. Remy abandoning her was an old wound, and it ached harshly, but her anger wasn't all towards him. It was towards self-righteous Ric, towards Carly and Sonny, towards Jason and Courtney, towards herself, and those three men that attacked her. Remy had been a convenient target, and she felt horrible for taking that out on him. Numbly, she made her way toward her studio, and when she got there she searched her purse for her key, and her heart dropped into her stomach with a hard thud.

Her key was gone.

It must have gotten dropped during the fight, Elizabeth realized, placing her hands over her face. She drew in a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling wondering if the universe was playing some kind of joke on her. "Remy, I need you," Elizabeth called out, rather reluctant.

"Pinch me, I must be dreaming."

Elizabeth jumped about a foot in the air when she realized that he was suddenly right beside her. She gave him a look, then looked down the hallway in confusion before she gave a sharp shake of her head. "Careful, I could easily turn this into a nightmare," she warned, though her tone lacked the heat that it held earlier. Against her better sense, her heart softened to him. "I lost my key in the scuffle, and I would go to the landlord but his wife is sick so he's been at the hospital staying with her. Do you have lockpick?"

"You will need to get new locks," Remy said, eyeing the door knob speculatively. "May I?"

"All yours," Elizabeth stepped off to the side, and as he knelt down, taking out his lock pick to start to fiddle with the door knob, she released a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

He stilled.

"You are a good man. I was just angry," Elizabeth admitted, slightly ashamed. "I mean, I still feel hurt being left behind, but all my anger there wasn't directed at you. I just took it out on you, and that was unfair of me."

Remy hummed in the back of his throat, his fingers skillfully moving the picks in the lock like a maestro pianist preformed Beethoven's fifth symphony. "Next time you need a punching babe, chérie, all you need to do is ask."

Elizabeth bit her lower lip. "I'll keep that in mind. And Remy?"

"Hmm?" His raised his gaze to meet hers.

"Thank you…for coming back," she whispered, sincerely.

Remy's face that had been blank softened with emotions and he slanted a grin up at her. "Always, ma petite."


She let Remy in her studio that night.

She allowed talk of the past, and heard him talk about his current misdeeds without judgment. Somewhere between the wistful memories, and the alcohol that she had pulled out, Remy had noticed that she was no longer the waif of a kid who followed him about. He saw the woman that she had become, an alabaster goddess with mischievous blue eyes, and he was a weak man. And if he was a weak man, then she was the weaker woman because she more sober than him could have stopped things before clothes ended up on the floor and naked bodies intertwined.

But she couldn't regret it. He was unexpected, but it gave her an anchor in the storm of her life. She awoke the next morning, content and satisfied, knowing before she pulled her eyes open that he'd be gone. When she did pull her eyes open to find the daylight streaming in through the windows, she found a card lying on the pillow next to her.

He had left behind the Queen of Hearts. Little did either of them know, that he had left behind something else, too.

Cameron wasn't Zander's. He was Remy's.

Elizabeth had never had any doubt because despite popular belief, she never slept with Zander. Zander had passed out after attempting to make out with, and had a rather vivid dream about them sleeping together. Instead of correcting his assumption, Elizabeth used it. She hated herself for doing that, but she had no way of getting ahold of Remy—besides, would the thief welcome impending fatherhood? She didn't want to force him, or make him feel obligated, either. She is the one that decided condoms weren't needed, and gave him the go ahead. He, at least, was hesitant. And she didn't want Ric to even believe her baby was his. Stupidly, Ric still thought there was a slim chance that he was her baby's daddy, and that's when the horrid DNA test came in.

Elizabeth had confided in Bobbie about what happened, and Bobbie had no love for Ric after what he did to Carly, so Bobbie set up the test results. Elizabeth was grateful to the other woman, and thought the test would solve everything. Instead, it made things worse. Zander decided he wanted Emily back, and thought Elizabeth was ruining that, going as far as to threat Elizabeth. Ric was desperate for a second chance, and chased after pretending to be a humbled and changed man willing to marry her even though she carried another man's child.

Elizabeth wanted nothing to do with either of them.

Shortly after, Zander died. She didn't want Zander to die in that fire. It was a horrible way to die, and she hated that she breathed easier when she found out because he went from being a friend to being someone that scared her so badly at the end. She left Port Charles for the rest of her pregnancy in fear of losing her baby, and by the time, she returned Ric wasn't interested, and was panting after Alexis.

And truth be told, she thought that settled the matter of Cameron's paternity. She never thought for a moment that Remy would end up back in her life—at least, not as a permanent fixture.

Of course, life does love its surprises.


SEVEN MONTHS AGO

She didn't know if she could do this.

Send her boys off to the Xavier Institute, especially when they were still so little. It was so far away from Port Charles that she would barely get to see them, and her insides rolled painfully. She knew that she might not send them this year, or the next few, but in time, they would have to learn to control their mutations. Jake's mutation—so early and unexpected—was identical to hers for the most part. All sparks and electricity, and that allowed Elizabeth to take his extra energy so he didn't end up electrocuting someone, and keep his abilities a secret. He occasionally turned into a giant ball of lightning, and zoomed through the electric outlets in the house. Thankfully, since her break up with Jason, there really hadn't been anyone to witness that.

Cameron's brown eyes turned a vibrant red, and while contacts covered that easily, she had this deep feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that this was just the beginning of Cameron's mutation, and that when he hit his teenage years that whatever ability he had would explode out of him. She could see it as if it were some kind of premonition. It was still years away, but fighting against her own powers, Elizabeth was fearful that she wouldn't be able to protect her children. That is why she now sat in the large office, right across from Professor Xavier with Scott Summers and Jean Grey standing off the side. Cameron was content to sit on the floor, showing Jake how to play Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

"Miss Webber, may I ask what has prompted you to set up a meeting with us?" Professor Xavier asked, but there was a knowing look in his eyes as he already knew.

"I…" Her eyes glanced down at her boys. "This is a school for mutants. I know that's what you mean by gifted. A friend of mine knew of it, and when he heard of my predicament told me about it," Elizabeth said, fretfully. "I know normally a mutation presents itself in the teenage years, when emotions are high and all hormones…but my boys have already shown there. Well, Jake has more shown his than Cameron, but I know Cameron's will likely manifest greater when he becomes a teen."

"You three and five year old already showed their abilities?" Jean asked, looking stunned.

"For Cameron, it's just his eyes now. Something he inherited from his father. I've used contacts to keep that a secret because the people in our home town aren't exactly the most accepting," Elizabeth explained, clutching her scarf between her fingertips. "But Jake is more…proficient in his powers. He has the ability to control electricity, like I do, but it's much more than that. He can actually turn into energy, uses the electrical sockets like his personal highways, and…I'm afraid that if he shows his powers in public than it'll be a witch hunt. I want to protect my children, but I'm at a loss as to how."

"Miss Webber, this is a very unorthodox situation," said Professor Xavier, with hand folded on the desk in between them. "None of our students are as young as yours sons, but I understand your concern. That their mutations would manifest at such young age is troubling. I also understand that you wish to keep them at home with you for as long as possible, but I'm not sure that is a good idea."

Before Elizabeth could discuss it further, the door opened. "We found de short and grumpy one," the person said, and her heart plummeted into her stomach.

It was Remy.


END OF CHAPTER!

I honestly thought I'd have this done in one chapter, but it just wouldn't let me so I made it a two part. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 13: "Jokers Are Wild Pt 2" (Remy LeBeau)

Chapter 14: Wolverine

Chapter 15: Steve Rodgers

Chapter 16: Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 17: Ziva David

Chapter 18: Natasha Romanov

Chapter 19: John Waston

Chapter 20: EJ Dimera, sequel

Chapter 21: Dean Winchester, sequel

RRs are appreciated! :D