That night Jason wandered home truly exhausted. Elizabeth was finally out of the hospital and years of anger and bitter resentment towards his father had finally come to an end. He figured he should probably go talk to his mom, realizing that Alan had probably called her about their 'father-son moment', but he put it off until the morning.

After opening the blinds to allow some sunlight to enter the room and taking a refreshing shower, Jason set off to find Monica. Just as he was about to head down the stairs to get his keys, he noticed the door to Alan's old study was open.

"Mom?" Jason asked.

"Hey honey," she replied.

"What are you doing here?" Jason inquired, used to her constantly being away at the hospital.

"Just going through some of your father's old stuff," she sighed. "He called me you know."

"Yeah, I figured he would've," Jason said.

"I want you to know how proud I am of you for doing this Jason," Monica told him. "You know, any old boy can hold a grudge and point fingers and play the blame game, but it takes a real man to find the courage to apologize and admit that they were wrong."

"I'm happy that I've finally done something that you can be proud of mom," Jason said. "I'm just sorry that it took so long."

"Now, now, dear. You may not have made the best decisions, but I have always been proud of you. You're my son, and I love you," Monica scolded. "Come here and give your old woman a hug," she said, arms extended.

Jason squeezed his mother tightly, thankful for her presence in his life. Looking around at all of Alan's medical books and several awards that he had never taken with him, Jason began to realize just how lonely his mother must've been since he left them. I mean she always had him and Emily, but they were eighteen now and didn't really spend that much time at home anymore. "Do you still love him?" Jason asked her.

A pained expression marred Monica's expression, followed by an audible sigh. "I guess I do." "He was my first love, you know? And you never forget the first person you fell in love with," she explained.

"I'm sorry mom," Jason said, as he tried to console her.

"Oh, it's quite alright. I suppose there's nothing to be sorry for. He's found the one that he wanted to be with; he's happy, and so am I."

"Will you teach me how to dance?" Jason asked randomly.

"I will never understand you teenagers and your hormonal mood swings, but sure darling," Monica laughed. "Now first you have to know how to properly hold a woman."

"Like this?" Jason asked lightly grabbing her hand and placing the other on her back.

"Not quite," Monica corrected him. "You need to make her feel safe, like she's in a strong man's embrace. So hold her a bit firmer, and place your hand on the small of her back."

They started a simple sway while Monica counted off different rhythmic patterns that most often occur in music. Jason stepped on her toes a couple of times, but caught on quickly. After an hour, he was able to master turns and graduated to dips.

Jason went to the cemetery to gather the pieces to finish setting up the new telescope that he had built for Elizabeth; Jason had taken to building it there since it allowed his to reminisce on all of their moments there. Besides, it didn't feel right being at Elizabeth's house while she wasn't there; Audrey was really starting to rub off on him. He was putting the base into the trunk when he heard an engine being cut off and a car door slamming shut. Much to his surprise, he saw Sonny approaching him warily.

"I heard about Elizabeth," he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He stood there awkwardly for a while, thinking about what he should say to his best friend since elementary school. "How is she?"

"She's doing better I guess since she's home," Jason shrugged. "Come to think of it I haven't been able to see her since yesterday. I've had a lot on my mind."

"Do you need some help with that?" Sonny asked, eyeing the parts of the telescope.

"Why not?" Jason said, as the two started working, interrupted by rare intervals of small talk. During that time, Jason was brought up to speed about all the latest happenings at Port Charles High, not that he really cared, and how the news about Elizabeth had brought about a change in the entire student population.

Jason placed the completed telescope on the balcony right outside of Elizabeth's upstairs bedroom; now she could stargaze from the comfort of her own room.

"Thank you again for my telescope, Jason," she smiled. "I can see ten times better with it," she muttered as she bent over, looking through the lens.

"I've missed you," Jason sighed as he hugged Elizabeth from behind. And he really had. Jason had grown to love all of her quirky habits, like spending hours looking for stars, and he realized that he couldn't live without them. He couldn't live without her.

"You saw me yesterday, silly," she giggled, turning to face him.

"Yes, and if I could spend every waking moment with you, I would," Jason admitted.

"You say that now," Elizabeth chuckled. "But you'd probably grow tired of me eventually."

"You're right," Jason caved. "I am getting pretty bored," he teased.

Elizabeth swatted him playfully. "Get out of town."

"I could never grow tired of you," Jason declared as he kissed her forehead. "You know that I love you don't you?"

"No, I don't recall anyone by the name of Jason Quartermaine telling me that he loves me," she ribbed.

"Well, I love you Elizabeth Webber. I love you, I love you, I love you! And don't you ever doubt that," he told her.

"I don't doubt that Jason," Elizabeth answered. "Sometimes I wonder if you're actually here with me; if this whole thing is real. I mean, I feel like I'm having a really good, really long, recurring dream that one day I'll wake up from, and then I'll realize that it was too good to be true." "But I do love you Jason, and I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me."

Jason kissed her soft lips, and Elizabeth sighed contently. He held her close to him and breathed in the scent of her hair. They rocked back and forth comfortably, and remembering the dance lessons his mom had given him earlier, he spun Elizabeth away from him masterfully, and brought her back into his embrace.

"There's no music, silly," Elizabeth laughed.

"Dance with me anyway," Jason asked.

"When did you get so good?" Elizabeth smiled.