Author's Note: Okay, okay, I just had to stick some French in here. I've been doing all this writing and it just felt right putting it in there. And yes, I do speak it fluently. But don't worry, all the phrases are self explanitory, and don't mean much so if you don't get it, that doesn't mean the rest of the story won't make sense. Oh, and I love Canada, so I also had to stick that in there.
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"I can't believe you asked Grams for permission to take me out," Elizabeth giggled.
"It was well worth it," Jason said, holding her chair out for her. A gentle breeze passed through, and Elizabeth pulled the sweater Jason had bought for her closer over the simple dress she decided to wear.
"Are you sure all this is okay? I mean this place is really nice," Elizabeth said, taking in the outdoor, waterfront restaurant.
"Its more than okay," Elizabeth reassured her. "And you can have whatever you like."
Elizabeth smiled softly in response, as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"You look beautiful," Jason commented.
"Thank you," she blushed. "You look pretty handsome yourself."
Jason squirmed uncomfortably in his dress shirt, silently cursing Emily for putting him in something so ridiculous; yet silently praising her because Elizabeth thought he looked good.
"Good evening, my name Is Claude and I shall be your server for the night," the waiter said. "Can I get anything for the mademoiselle?"
Taking note of his perfect pronunciation, Elizabeth asked "Vous parlez francais?"
"Ah oui, tu le parle aussi," the waiter answered in genuine surprise.
"Oui, j'ai l'appris au lycée. C'est une très belle langue." Elizabeth said in response.
"C'est vrai," the waiter said nostalgicly. "Et qu'est-ce que vouz voudrais a boire ce soir?" Claude asked.
"Un thé glacé s'il vouz plait," Elizabeth said.
"Et pour toi monsieur?" he asked Jason.
"Uh, I don't speak French," Jason smiled shyly.
"My deepest apologies, sir. What would you like to drink?"
"An iced tea please," Jason said.
"Same as the misses I see. Looks like you understand a little more than you know. I'll be back shortly with your drinks." With that he bowed slightly and walked off to the indoor kitchen.
"I'm sorry that was a bit rude," Elizabeth apologized.
"What was?" Jason asked confused.
"Speaking another language in front of you," Elizabeth said.
"Its okay," Jason shrugged, not understanding why that should be considered rude. "It sounds beautiful when you speak it anyway."
"You're probably just biased," Elizabeth blushed, smiling.
"Maybe, but he seemed really happy because of it. Our waiter I mean," Jason explained.
"Sometimes when you're so far away from home, or when you're feeling lonely, its nice to have a familiar face, or a familiar voice, to help you get through it," Elizabeth explained.
"He probably hasn't had had that in a while. Then again ordinary people don't go around spouting French," Jason chuckled.
"I guess that makes me unordinary," Elizabeth, shrugged.
"You're right. It makes you extraordinary," Jason said.
Elizabeth smiled widly, and tilted her head up in that way of hers that drove him insane.
Thankfully, their waiter returned with drinks, and a basket of warm baguettes, breaking the silence that was settling between them.
"Have you decided on an appetizer yet?" Claude asked, still beaming at Elizabeth.
Biting her bottom lip while scanning the endless menu, Elizabeth gave up "Um, Jason why don't you choose?"
Jason placed their order, and Claude whisked away, leaving the couple alone again.
This time they chatted comfortably, and laughed when they retold stories about when they were little. They ordered their main dishes, but Jason barely touched his food. There was this strange pit forming in his stomach, and something swirled about his chest leading him to believe that if he did eat, he would throw up. And he definitely did not want to ruin the evening. He had way too much planned.
Half way through dessert, Elizabeth noticed Jason staring at her. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No, its just that you seem to really be enjoying herself," Jason smiled. Most of the girls he took out would pick at a few leaves of lettuce, and eat the whipped cream off of their dessert and call it a meal.
"I do like my chocolate," Elizabeth smiled, taking her napkin to her plump lips.
"Was everything to your liking?" Claude asked as he came to take their plates, and bring them the check.
"Yes, excellent," Jason said, taking out his wallet.
"I'll be back to pick up the check," their waiter said, as he bowed and hurried away again.
Jason put the money to cover their dinner on one side of the leather casing of the receipt, and a healthy tip on the other.
Elizabeth asked Jason for a pen, and confused him by using it to scribble a note on a napkin. She handed it to him, and asked him to put it behind the tip.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help pay for my part of dinner?" Elizabeth asked.
"I've got it covered, don't worry," Jason reassured her, tucking it behind the folded bill.
"Would you like to dance?" Elizabeth asked.
"Uh, I don't dance," Jason said hesitantly.
"Me either, at least not in front of people."
"No, I mean I don't as in I can't." Jason admitted.
"Everyone can dance," Elizabeth said, amused. "Come on please? For me?"
Jason stood up, giving into the batting eyelashes routine, and took Elizabeth's hand in his, leading her to the small dance floor. He placed his hand awkwardly at the small of her back, and the other in one of her delicate hands. They started swaying and had established a rhythm when Jason accidently stepped on her foot.
"I told you I was bad at this," Jason said, grimacing.
"In all fairness you did warn me, right?" Elizabeth smiled, easing the situation.
"Exactly."
Claude picked up the small book on the table and opened it up to see if there was any change to be brought back. Instead he found a 500 dollar bill for his tip, and a small note on a napkin, clearly from Elizabeth.
N'arretes pas.
He smiled at the couple dancing solely to the soft music.
"Bonne chances et beaucoup de bonheur pour vous," Claude said, wishing the best for the happy couple.
"What is number one on your list?" Jason asked Elizabeth, pulling her closer to him.
She nodded her head no. "Next question," she said.
"Okay, well what did you say to the waiter?" Jason asked her.
"I asked him if she spoke French and he said yes, obviously. Then I told him that it was a beautiful language, and he asked me what I wanted to drink-" she rambled on.
"I meant in the note," Jason smiled.
"Of course," Elizabeth laughed. "I told him not to give up," she said somberly.
"Number one on my list is getting out of Port Charles," Jason said.
"I don't think that its so much getting out. Its more like what you're going to do once you get out," Elizabeth explained as other couples began to join them.
"Jason, where are we going?" Elizabeth asked him as they sped past the narrow tree-lined road.
"It's a surprise," he said, smiling slightly.
"Okay," she said. Unlike when she was with Ric, she felt completely safe. So she relaxed and tried to enjoy the ride.
"We're here," Jason said excitedly about half an hour later. He hopped out of the car, and opened her door.
"Come on, come on," he urged, grabbing her hand.
She ran behind him, confused as to what all the excitement was about. "Jason what's going on, you're acting like a crazy person."
"Okay put one foot here," Jason instructed standing behind her, "and the other one right there."
"I feel silly," Elizabeth laughed as she stood with her feet spread widely apart.
"You've done it," Jason smiled widely.
"I don't get it, done what?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes squinting from the headlights Jason left on his car.
"You," he began, pointing to a sign behind him that said 'Welcome to Canada-Bienvenue au Canada', "are standing in two places at once."
Elizabeth looked down and then a huge grin dominated her features. She laughed out loud and unable to control her happiness, jumped up into his arms.
"You remembered!" she squealed as he spun her around.
"Come on, we've got other things on your list to accomplish," he said into her hair, as he let her down gently.
He led her back into the car, and they drove back to the docks of Port Charles. As they parked, Jason made sure that the tattoos he bought were still in the side compartment of the car. He got them fake ones because even though Elizabeth said she wanted one, he highly doubted that walked hand in hand in her faith, and Audrey's health.
"Okay, which one do you want, the star, or the butterfly?" Jason asked.
"I don't know you chose," Elizabeth said excitedly.
"Star," Jason said, wetting a cotton ball with some left over water from a bottle sitting in the cup-holder. "Okay, um, where do you want it?"
"Hmmm," Elizabeth said, as she contemplated where she should put it. She took off her sweater and pulled down the thin sleeve of her dress. "Right there," She said pointing to her shoulder.
Jason's breath hitched, but he complied anyway. She flinched a little from the coolness of the water, but watched as Jason peeled away the paper, pursed his lips, and blew on it. Elizabeth shivered, and smiled, as Jason swept his hands gently on its outline. He pulled back and suggested they take a walk on the docks; mostly so that he'd stop himself from taking things too far.
He let her walk ahead of him, enjoying the way the gentle breeze coming off the water tossed her hair behind her. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, and shoved his hands in his pocket. She stopped, and leaned on a wooden post, the moonlight reflecting off of her hair and in her eyes. He stopped a few feet behind her. She looked up and out onto the water, closing her eyes.
"How do you have moments like this, and feel so much, and not believe?" Elizabeth asked.
"What do you feel?" Jason asked.
"I feel beauty, joy, wonder, and happiness," she smiled, turning to face him. "Its like the wind. I can't see it. but I can feel it."
Jason looked at her intensely, too many feelings shooting through him at once for him to count. "I might kiss you," he said.
"I might be bad at it," Elizabeth whispered, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"That's not possible," Jason breathed, brushing his lips softly on hers.
He pulled away, and leaned his forehead against hers. "Elizabeth, I love you."
Elizabeth's breathing hastened, her lips quivered, her eyes grew wide and darted around wildly.
Several moments of silence passed, with the exception of the water lapping behind them,.
"Now would be the time for you to say something," Jason said unsurely.
"I told you not to fall in love with me," Elizabeth said so softly that Jason barely heard her. He kissed her gently once more, and pulled her into an embrace, as a single tear slid down her cheek.