Jason Morgan looked up from the newspaper article to the
sign in front of the church.
"This is the place, Morgan."
His weekly check-in with Sonny was what brought him there. Sonny had accidentally mentioned that
Accident my foot, Jason thought. He
hadn't asked about her in over a year, he didn't know how she was doing or what
was going on with her. He had hoped that pretending he didn't care would
eventually turn into not caring. The only time that she got to him was in his
dreams at night.
He had never dreamed until he met Elizabeth Webber. And now, the only thing
that he ever dreamed of was Elizabeth
Webber. Life was a funny, funny thing. He'd finally found the one woman that he
could share his life with, that he would give up everything for, but she wasn't
willing to set herself free.
I don't want to be free, I want to be
with Lucky. Her last words echoed through his soul. He knew that she was
lying. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was etched into her heart
just as she was his. That was the only thing that gave him any satisfaction at
all.
She was as miserable as he was. He didn't need Sonny to tell him that. Every time
he took a breath, he could feel that she was dying inside. He could feel that
Lucky was slowly killing everything that was Elizabeth Webber.
Lucky. The little punk.
Or worse.
If Lucky had found him there, it would have been much worse than life or death.
It would have been Lucky or Jason. To keep one, she would have to lose the
other. He hadn't wanted it to come to that.
It did anyway.
Jason offered her the world, but she turned him down. For a moment, he'd seen a
flicker of the woman he knew that afternoon in the park. As quickly as it came,
she killed it.
She had closed her eyes and taken a deep breath. Then she looked at him and
said the words that tortured his soul to this day. I don't want to be free...
How could she not want to be free? Freedom didn't mean that she would have to
be with Jason. If she hadn't wanted to stay with him, that would have been
okay. But she would
have been free, she would have been away from Lucky.
She would have been safe. Instead,
she choose a childhood love. No, she choose love. She hadn't known how deep Jason's feelings ran
for her. Perhaps if he had told her, if he had said the words. Then maybe she
would have realized that by choosing freedom, she was also choosing love. She
was choosing his love.
"Why're you here, Morgan?" he asked himself. When he'd left
"Quit fooling yourself," he demanded, laughing bitterly. "Not want her? The
only woman you'll ever want is her."
When he'd left
Every instinct in him was screaming for him to barge into the church, sling
open every door until he found her. He would kiss her until her mouth blossomed
under his, until she moaned his name
in that sweet, sweet voice. Her eyes would be glazed over in desire and she
would want him.
He laughed again. "Nice fantasy, Morgan."
He looked back down at the newspaper in his hand, let
his eyes linger on the picture of her. She'd grown her hair out again, it fell
past her shoulders. He had hated it short. She'd still been beautiful, but it
just wasn't
"Get a grip, she made her decision," he growled at himself. "She doesn't want
you. She wants Lucky."
Jason reached up and ran a hand over his ragged face. He hadn't shaved since
he'd left
"Goodbye, Elizabeth." he whispered. A stab of pain radiated through his soul
and he felt like he was walking away from himself.
As he mounted the bike, he took one last look at the white doors on the church.
He could do it. He could ride the bike through the doors, grab her by the waist
and whisk her away.
Or, he could propose. If she said yes, he could call Sonny and get a suit. They
could get married today. The thought was ridiculous. But deep inside, he knew
that if she would
just say yes, he would do just about anything. He went to turn his head away
when the doors of the church flew open and Nikolas flew out.
"
He closed the church doors behind him before he turned to face his longtime
nemesis. He should have known that Jason would have something to do with this.
"Where is she?" he asked, through clenched teeth.
Shock ran through Jason as the question sounded in his mind. "Where is who?"
"You know who, Morgan. Don't play dumb with me." His lips curved into a half
smile and he turned to look at him. "Oh, I forgot. You're not playing."
"I assume you're talking about the bride," Jason said.
"I assume you're talking about the bride," Nikolas repeated in a mocking tone.
"No, I'm talking about my grandmother. Of course I'm talking about the damn
bride! Where is
"I don't answer to you."
"So help me, if you don't tell me, I'll–"
In one quick movement, Jason was off his bike and standing in front of the
Cassadine Prince. "You'll what Nikky? Are you going to hurt me? I'd like to see
you try." Jason's tone was low and menacing. He left the threat hanging in the
air.
"Look," Nikolas tried a different approach. He raised his hands in surrender.
"I don't want trouble, I just want to know where
"You mean she's not in there getting married?" he questioned. His love for her
made his heart swell, and he had to fight to keep the smile off his face.
Nikolas studied Jason's stone stature, trying to find out if he really was
telling the truth. Was it possible that Morgan didn't know where
she had left on her own. Something flickered in Morgan's eyes, but he doused it
as soon as quickly as it appeared. He didn't know anything. "Lucky went into
her dressing room about half an hour ago," he admitted. "She wasn't there. She
left the water running in the bathroom sink and she crawled out the window."
A small smile played on Jason's lips, which was all that he would allow
himself. More than anything he wanted to jump and sing. She had finally chosen
herself.
"Do you really not know where she is?" Nikolas pressed.
"I haven't seen
"Well I can tell you where she's not," Nikolas said angrily. "She's not in that
church!" His hand pointed back towards the white building. "And she's not
marrying my brother!"
At the admission of the younger man, Jason's heart sang. She wasn't marrying
Lucky. Maybe it isn't too late to show
her the light in
