She's Mine
A/N: Two quick things. First, I am a less than casual GH watcher these days. I did catch the Liason-ish scenes around Cameron's kidnapping, but don't know many other storylines these days so there's no telling what other characters from what other time periods you might find along for the ride in this story.
Second, I heard a song lyric from Elvis Monroe's song Angel the other day and this story is based very loosely off that lyric. "She's my, she's my angel waking somewhere. She's my she's the reason I wear this smile. She's my, she's my angel who walks beside me. She's my, she's my angel waking somewhere. She's mine." Enjoy!!
Chapter 1
Jason walked out of the hospital worn out and worried. He sat on a bench by the door, trying to process everything that had happened that night. He couldn't believe it... Elizabeth had called him for help. Him. After everything they had been through and all the other options she'd had, her first thought when she needed someone had been Jason. He checked his phone screen for the tenth time in as many minutes. He didn't know what he thought she'd have to say, but he hoped she would text. She hadn't though. Of course she hadn't. She was inside with Franco. That thought in itself made Jason far angrier than it should have. She claimed that she loved Franco and was happy. That very information should've been enough for Jason. But what if it wasn't? What if that connection they formed all those years ago never really went away? What if? Jason didn't think in what ifs. He didn't wonder what could have been or what should be. He only focused on the facts. On the real and the present. So how come the words 'what if' kept floating around in his mind?
Elizabeth stood beside Franco, trying to pretend she was listening to what he was saying to Cameron. In reality, though, she was watching Jason as he got on the elevator to leave. They made eye contact as the doors began to close and Elizabeth felt that familiar surge of electricity roll through her when the doors shut. She shook her head slightly, trying to focus on Franco. Franco. Her husband. The man she fought so hard for. The man she wanted to be with. But if that were true, why had Jason been her first call and only thought when Cameron was in trouble? Why was Jason the only one she trusted to bring her son home safely? Why Jason?
"Isn't that right, Elizabeth?" asked Franco.
"I'm sorry, what? I must've blanked for a minute there. It's been a long night."
Franco rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking. She never seemed to be fully with him, no matter how much she tried to pretend she was.
"I said, we should all go home and try to get some sleep and deal with the rest of this in the morning," he repeated with more than a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Oh, right, definitely. Trina, you come with us until your Mom gets back, ok?"
Trina nodded, seemingly not trusting her voice enough to try to get a word out. Elizabeth, Franco, Cameron, and Trina all walked into the elevator, the same elevator she had watched Jason leave in just minutes earlier. Ugh, she had to get her mind off Jason, she thought sighing to herself. Where was all this coming from out of nowhere? Nowhere-- she hadn't been there in such a long time. She wondered if Jason still knew the way? As they walked out the front doors of the hospital, Franco possessively wrapped his arm around her back, and she hoped he didn't notice her involuntary flinch.