Chapter 2: Who knows him better?

"Why were you talking to Sonny?" Courtney asked Elizabeth coldly.

"I don't believe that's any of your business Courtney," Elizabeth responded with the same sentiment.

"It is if you were talking about Jason."

"My relationship with Jason is none of your concern. Just leave it be for now."

"It is too my concern. You knew Jason long before I came along. You have a history with him and from what I heard, you all were pretty close friends. Now my question is, why talk to Sonny about this?"

"I was here and Sonny came by. He could tell I was upset and asked me what happened. I told him that he probably wouldn't care and that he could just leave. He told me to talk, so I did."

"Mind if I ask another question?" Courtney asked a little too over eagerly.

"Shoot."

"What makes you think that you know Jason better than I do?"

This made Elizabeth smile, but unknown to her, Jason was standing right behind her listening to the conversation without being seen by either of the two women. "Have you ever seen Jason when he was scared? Have you ever talked about where he goes when he leaves Port Charles?" Courtney started to regret asking this question, not expecting soemthing like this coming. "Have you ever seen the wind from the back of his motorcycle? Have you ever taken care of him when he was shot?" Elizabeth said, now practically shouting. "Well have you?"

"No, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't love me."

"I didn't say it did, but what Jason and I had, whether it friendship or something a little more, it was special. He was my best friend, and I think that besides Sonny, I was his, though I will never know for sure now will I? I don't want him back as a lover Courtney. I want him back as a friend." And with that, Elizabeth walked away, leaving Courtney dumbfounded.

Jason walked out from his hiding spot and over to Courtney. "How much did you overhear?" Courtney asked, afraid of the answer.

"Enough," he replied softly. "Why were you and Elizabeth talking about me?"

"I actually overheard her talking to someone about you and I couldn't stand it. I had to say something to her."

"She was talking to someone? Who?"

"Sonny actually. And he seemed to really care about her as a friend, which I see you do too."

"I am going to tell you this once, and you better remember. If Elizabeth ever comes to me, asking for help, or just to talk, I won't turn her away. And you better not either. If you answer the door and she id there for me, that door better not slam in her face."

"I understand, but I want to know why you wouldn't turn her away. She's treated you like dirt, so why won't you do the same?"

"She was only yelling at me out of anger. She's done it more than once, and I know that she wouldn't ever say those things to me unless they were true."

"I have two more questions."

"Okay."

"Did she really take care of you when you were shot?"

"Yeah, about three years ago."

"Three years? I didn't know that You knew her that long."

"It'd actually been almost four years since I've met her. What's your other question?"

"Can I go for a ride on your motorcycle?"

Jason hesitated, "Not tonight. It's getting late. We should go back to the penthouse."

"Okay. Some other time?"

"Maybe. Let's go."