It was late when Jason knocked on the penthouse door. He
noticed that there wasn't a guard and that the door was locked. A few seconds
passed before he heard the lock click
and the doorknob turned to let him in.
"Jason," Sonny said with little surprise. He had been expecting him. "I figured
you'd be here sooner."
"How'd you know I'd come?" he asked. He already knew the answer, his feelings
for
"It's
Jason shrugged out of his jacket and laughed. "She did."
"I heard." He didn't want to tell him that
"Last time I checked, they still hadn't found the bride. I waited around near
the church for about forty-five minutes before I left. Cassadine told me that
she crawled out the
bathroom window." Jason was still in shock from the events of the evening.
"What're your intentions towards
Jason looked at his friend, trying to decide how to answer that question. This
could be one of the few times that he lied, but in the end he could never lie
to Sonny. "
the only person who makes me feel complete, Sonny. For the last three days,
I've been trying to convince myself that I wasn't going to ride my bike through
the doors of the church and drag her out with me." He stopped for a minute to
collect his thoughts. "It's been over a year, Sonny. And I can't make myself
stop loving her." His last sentence was low and tortured. He made it sound like
loving her was a curse instead of a blessing.
"She's here," Sonny admitted.
Jason's head whipped around to look at his mentor. "Here?" he repeated, sure
that he had heard wrong.
"She called me from the coffee warehouse and I sent Johnny to pick her up.
She's been here for the last few hours. Right now she's in your old room. I'd like to think that she's sleeping, but I
doubt it."
Jason ignored Sonny's shout as he ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. He
didn't stop to think outside of the door before he pushed his way into the
bedroom. It was dark, but
he could see her silhouette in the only chair in the room. "
Sonny was right, she hadn't been asleep. She'd been sitting there going over in
her head what she was going to do. Where she was going to go. How she was going
support
herself. These thoughts kept running through her head even as Jason burst
through the door. She heard him whisper her name and it was like the world
stopped spinning. What is Jason doing
here? "Yeah?" she answered.
Light flooded the room after he hit the switch. His eyes glanced from her to
the wedding dress that was laid on the bed and then back to her. "You're
supposed to be married," he whispered. Even as the words left his mouth, he
felt relieved that she wasn't married. That she was here, in his old room,
dressed in someone's clothes that were too big for
her. Her long hair was pulled back away from her face in a ponytail. He noticed
that she looked haunted, but she also looked happy.
"I know," she answered. "I'm sitting here thinking of all the reasons that I
should leave right now and go beg for Lucky's forgiveness." She watched as her
words hit him like a punch to the stomach. Maybe
it isn't too late... "But, I can't. I don't love him."
"You don't love him?" he repeated. Jason tried to squash the flicker of hope
that he felt, but he couldn't. He didn't want to. Stop it Morgan, he commanded himself. Just because she doesn't love him means that she does love you.
"I haven't, not since before he came back. After you left the first time, I
moved on. I let him go," she admitted. "I haven't been in love with him in a
long time. I just hate that it's taken me so long to figure it out."
Jason moved further inside of the room and shifted the dress on the bed so that
he could sit down. Not sure what to do with his hands, he clenched them
together between his knees. His eyes settled on her and never wavered. "At
least you didn't marry him."
"You're right," she agreed. "I didn't marry him, I crawled out the bathroom
window at the church."
"I heard."
"That's right, Sonny probably told you." She tried to ignore the stab of hope
that she had felt when he said that he heard. Had he been at the church?
"Yeah, he did. But Nikolas Cassadine told me first."
Her head shot up and she locked her eyes with his. "You saw Nikolas?"
"I was at the church and Nikolas came barreling out the door. Tried to blame
the whole thing on me." Jason wasn't trying to make a joke, but he saw that
"Wait," she paused. "Why were you at the church?"
"To ride my motorcycle through the door and ask you to come to
"Love me?" she asked, not sure if she had heard right. Her gaze dropped for a
minute, but she forced herself to look at him. What she saw on his face took
her breath away. "How can you love me after everything I've done to you? I've
been so horrible to you. I'm not good enough for you, Jason."
He cut her off, "I get to decide
what's good enough for me. I would be worried that I wasn't good enough for
you. All that I know for sure is that I don't remember being
happy without you. I don't know how to smile when you're not around. I see
everything in black, white, and gray when you're not there. I want color,
"Jason," she whispered. She stood and went to stand in front of him. His gaze
settled on her face and she could see the adoration in his eyes. Her hand
reached up to cup his cheek and she caressed the skin there. "I've loved you
for so long that I'm not even sure when it started. I just know that at some
point in time, I started dreaming about having a life with you, not Lucky."
His hand raised and held hers to his face. His eyes closed and he reveled in
the contact of their skin. "Come to
he saw tears pooling in her own.
She nodded and brought her lip between her teeth and she wondered if she could
really do this. If she could really just run away from it all. "Do you have
your cell phone?"
Not really sure what she needed it for, he took it from his jacket pocket and
gave it to her. He watched as she dialed the numbers. Slowly, his hands went up
to her hips and pulled
her closer to him. He settled his forehead into her stomach and tightened his
arms around her waist.
"Hello?"
came a sleepy voice.
"Nikolas," she said into the phone. "It's me, if someone's there, don't say my
name."
"
"Nikolas, I need you to do me a favor." She paused and took a deep breath. "I
need you to go get my things from my room at Kelly's and bring them to Sonny's
penthouse."
"I
knew it!" he yelled into the receiver. "Morgan
said he didn't have anything to do with this. The lying bastard."
"Jason has nothing to do with this," she defended. "I choose not to marry
Lucky. Now, are you still my friend or not? Will you go get my things?"
"I'll
be there in an hour," he grumbled into the phone before he hung up.
"He's gonna come," she said.
"Okay," came Jason's muffled response. "You still haven't answered me. Will you
come with me?"
She pulled away and settled back into the recliner. "How can one love be that
strong, Jason? How could you even want me?"
He stood and closed the distance between them. Crouching beside the recliner,
he took her hand in his. "I told you before. You give me something that I've
never had before."
She smiled at him. "You do too. The wind." She looked at him and her gaze
dropped to his lips. Before she could talk herself out of it, she lowered her
mouth to his and brushed
her lips against his. "And freedom," she added, still against his mouth.
His lips moved against hers in a gentle caress and when she returned it, he
went to kiss her again. It was simple and sweet and so full of love. When he
pulled back, she was
glowing. Any traces of sadness were gone and she looked loved. "Come with me?"
Her hands went up to cup his face and she kissed him again. When she pulled
back, a smile appeared on her face. "Yes."
