Downward Spiral

Her blue eyes swept over the scenery, exhaling she wondered how she had ended up here. The sun's rays bore down on her, while sand and dust were picked up by the growing wind. The deserted gas station was rusty, paint chipped off the small building where a mechanic sat on the steps, watching them. It had been their first stop in over 10 hours and exhaustion slowly crept into Courtney's body. The endless road stretched beyond her and her throat was dry from the heat. Through it all he went about like a robot, he filled the motor cycle up without wincing as the sun bore down on his black clad body.

Jason handed some money to the cashier inside grabbing a bottle of water from a busted fridge that felt hotter then outside. Fans circled around them warm air encircling them rather then the intended cold. They made their way back to the motorcycle in silence avoiding the situation that loomed around them, maybe if they denied it had happened it would go away. Jason knew though, how it worked there would be a warrant for her arrest, she would be front-page news by morning, if she wasn't already.

Port Charles ate up these sorts of stories; the sweet and innocent sister of a mob boss finally pulled the trigger. Finally proving she was no better then her brother. As much as the town loved innocence they craved being able to blame someone for the it's supposed destruction. Old ladies would sit on balcony's reminiscing of the days before Sonny Corinthos, before the mob.

Courtney's gaze grew colder as she remembered the night, the one she was running from. The gun had felt so heavy in her hands, when Jason went down her fingers gripped the trigger, and before she could stop it, it went off. She felt the bullet ripped from the object in her hands and she froze, watching the woman's body fall to the ground. She hadn't even seen the her, Skye, her sister in law was lying in a pool of blood while the stalker watched on. Courtney shut her eyes tightly pushing back the tears that were ready to fall as the memories swept through her mind.

Jason recovered quickly removing the gun from her hands, tears began to pour down her cheeks, her eyes fixed on the body. Neither attentive to the stalker slipping out behind them. He didn't need to check for a pulse the bullet was deadly accurate, piercing Skye's heart, he could tell by the wound. Jason pulled Courtney from the scene counting the minutes in his head until the sirens would wail in the quiet streets surrounding the apartment. He knew they would have to leave or she would go to jail it wasn't self defense, Courtney had murdered an innocent by stander with his gun.

So here they were Courtney Quartermaine and Jason Morgan, in the middle of nowhere with nothing but what they were wearing, some cash and his motor cycle. Jason turned to face Courtney, observing her trance like state; he could see the fear and the coldness that came with knowing how it felt to kill someone. Jason knew that feeling but he never wanted that for her, she had so much life to live, now what was left?

"We better get going the sun will be down soon, we should find a motel" He spoke calmly returning to the bike.

"What are we going to do" Courtney couldn't help the fear that caressed her words.

"I don't know but I promise you won't go to jail " Jason stated placing his helmet on and taking a seat at the front his bike. Courtney did the same wrapping her arms around his back, her wedding bad glinted in the sun and she paused. A.J was probably worried, maybe even panicking, and where was she his wife but with the man he despised most. She closed her eyes, letting the wind sweep through her hair, this wasn't about A.J, it was about saving herself. She couldn't go to jail and she wouldn't let Jason go down with her either. Her arms tightened around his chest as she thought of how messed up things were, everything was spiraling out of control but she trusted him, for some reason all the fear she had was ebbing away. She knew though it was not close to being over, what scared her most was it had only just begun.

Courtney's apartment

Taggert surveyed the scene, the body of Skye Quartermaine cold as ice. The blood had already dried onto the floor proving she had been there for hours. It was a sloppy crime, he could tell, it looked unplanned. She was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Lieutenant, the landlady said she heard shots around eleven last night, right after Courtney Matthews got home, with Jason Morgan"