Chapter 17: Airplanes
Carly walked into the hospital room, the sun shining brightly through an open window.
"Hey, how are you feeling today?"
Sonny's eyes flashed up to her for a moment, the back out the window. "I'd be better if I could get out of here."
Carly grinned. "I am just making sure that you will be fine and stay fine."
There was a long, steady creak behind them, and the door opened again. Courtney walked into the room.
"Hey, Sonny. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
They stood there for a minute, and then Courtney said, "Carly, can I talk to you for a minute outside?"
"Sure," Carly answered, caught a little offhand. The two walked out of the room.
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Jason sat uneasily in the airplane chair. Maybe it was because his thoughts kept turning to images of Brenda being tortured by Rick- this stuff gets to people after a while. He had felt angry plenty of times in his life, and this was moving up the charts like lightning to the time he was the angriest. He wanted nothing more then to run to Rick, hit him upside the head, and choke him, watching his last breaths leave him.
But he was in a slight disadvantage. He was fresh out the hospital, still weak but just as determined. Not to mention he was on crutches and was completely useless without them. Another image of Brenda flashed into his mind. Rick slow cut her throat with a knife as her choked her. Brenda gave a small whimper and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
He jerked his head away from his thoughts and stared hopelessly out the window. But the thought of Brenda returned, and Jason gave up on all hope of relaxing.
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Brenda stared out the window. She had never thought about being kidnapped while at the hospital, but, now that it had happened because she was definitely being kidnapped, she froze. Rick had never seemed the kidnapping type to her, but maybe she just couldn't judge people well.
But, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on her situation, her thoughts always drifted to Jason. When boarding the plane, she had seen many security men, almost all of them with guns. She knew she was just jumping to conclusions, but she couldn't help worry.
"We're landing," Rick's gruff voice interrupted her thoughts.
Another vision of Jason being tragically shot and falling to the ground raced through her head. She nodded to show she acknowledged Rick's comment but did nothing verbally.
"That means get off," Rick said through gritted teeth, grabbing Brenda gruffly by the arm once again. Luckily, Brenda's seat belt stopped her from going slamming into the ceiling, and Rick's grip loosened until he let go.
Brenda slowly stood up, and Rick said, in the most pleasant tone he could muster, "Ladies first."
Brenda wanted to reply, "Well then why aren't you going?" But for once, she held her tongue.
She held her head high with confidence she didn't feel and kept her face solemn to show Rick that she wasn't afraid of anything he could or was going to do. Inside, her heart was thumping so madly that Brenda thought it was going to stop at any minute. She gulped as she stepped off the plane, Rick right behind her.
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A young blonde was sitting next to Jason, and he couldn't help but notice her look up from her book to peer at him every now and then. After a few stares, she finally asked,
"Are you alright? You look troubled."
Jason looked up from the window. Had he really looked that upset? "I'm fine," he replied, hoping that now he would be left alone.
"What happened to your foot?" the woman asked.
"I broke it."
The woman laughed. It was a rich, hearty laugh. "I know that, but do you want to tell me how you broke it?"
Jason just continued looking at her, his glare not softening even though the woman was beginning to feel more comfortable around him.
"Okay," she said. "I guess you don't. I'm Claudia." She stuck her hand out.
"Jason." He grasped her hand and shook it briefly.
"Nice to meet you, Jason," Claudia said. "And I know what your problem is."
Jason only gaped at the woman. They had only just learned each other's names, and now she was claiming to understand his life's problems?
"Well," Jason said. "What is it? I would actually like to know myself."
Another laugh. "Your problem is simple. You, Jason, are in love."
Jason suddenly coughed. He didn't do it on purpose; it just happened. He was in love?
"What?" he managed to gasp.
Claudia's smile grew larger, revealing pearly white teeth. "You're in love," she repeated.
Jason's eyes grew wide. He was not in love. It was absurd. Then he remembered something. Yes, yes you are in love. You love Courtney. He could have hit himself. When she mentioned love, his thoughts automatically went to Brenda-, which was stupid now that he thought about it.
Changing the subject, he said, "So, why are you going to Port Charles?"
"I am meeting a business associate. His name is Rob or Ricky or something, I can't remember," Claudia answered brightly.
Before she could ask Jason what he was doing, the captain came over the intercom,
"We are now reaching our destination. Please keep your seatbelts buckled, and we should be landing in Port Charles in a few moments."
Jason turned back away from Claudia, looking out the window and watching the land come closer. He heart began racing again, thinking of Brenda.
The woman talked a little more about her business and her family, but Jason concentrated on the plane. Once the plane landed, Jason jumped out of his seat, mumbled a good-bye, and ran down the aisle, his crutches slipping on the way down.
Claudia stayed behind and only grinned, her eyes following Jason down the plane. "Jason Morgan," she said, laughing slightly to herself. "Sonny Corinthos's hit man. Rick's told me all about you. Too bad Rick gave me special plans to 'finish' you off because you're kind of cute."
She picked up her bags and headed off the plane, right behind Jason.
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Rick stuffed Brenda into a car once again, and they sped down the street. Brenda looked out the window and realized,
"Are we in Port Charles?"
Rick chose to "not hear" Brenda's question and just stared out his own window. But Brenda answered her own question. This was Port Charles.
After fifteen minutes, the car stopped, and Rick got out, pulling Brenda out with him. He pushed her into the ground, and the car drove off.
"That's it," he said, sounding murderous. "I've had enough of you." He reached into his jacket.
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Jason had no clue where he was supposed to go now, and he had no clue who could tell him. He searched the airport for Brenda, Rick, or anyone who looked suspicious. He cell phone rang.
"Who is it?"
"Jason Morgan," Rick's voice said in fake cheerfulness on the other line. "Good to hear your voice."
"Rick, who the hell do you think you are?"
"I thought you hated her, Jason. Why would you care what I did to her?"
Jason knew immediately who he was talking about.
"Rick, don't do it," Jason replied, trying to sound sure of himself to convince Rick.
"You know what? This really isn't too much fun for me," Rick said slyly. Jason heard muffling in the background, which he took for Brenda. Then there was a yelp and the sound of metal clinking.
"I'll tell you where I am, and I'll give you three minutes to get here, starting now."
Once Jason had to location, he took off. What he didn't know was Claudia, armed, was following him, and Rick had everything planned to go just the way he wanted.
A/N Okay, I want to know what you think of this chapter, so please review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, but the only problem is I have no clue what to write for the next chapter. Uh oh!
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