Fragile Angels

Courtney's dream

My eyes roamed around my surroundings. I thought it had been behind me, all the nightmares this one room held. All the times A.J had tried to hurt me, the times I had willingly chosen to share a bed with him. Scenes faded in and out before me. My eyes finally noticed the red head that had entered the room.

"Skye?" I managed to choke out.

The Motel

Jason stared at his hand; he couldn't help the fear that began to take him over. For the first time in his life, he did not know what to do. The motel was miles from the next town. They were in the middle of nowhere; the nearest hospital would have to be more then thirty minutes away. He knew she couldn't last that long, not if he didn't do something to stop the bleeding.

"What the hell happened here?" Jason glared at the owner of the motel as she made her way across the threshold of his room. The nosy women observed Courtney's unconscious form lying in Jason's arms; she froze when her gaze stumbled upon the red liquid that covered Jason's hands. He paused, usually the first thing he would have done was kick the witness out but she was the only one who could possibly help him.

"I need you to help me" Jason could not hide the desperation in his voice. He could see the woman's hesitation, her eyes once again taking in the whole scene, he thanked god when she finally nodded silently. Despite his fear of moving the woman in his arms, he finally rose from the floor taking her to one of the beds.

"I took a nursing course a while back, it's not much but it might help" The woman offered quietly. Jason nodded allowing the motel owner to inspect Courtney's wound while he held her up.

"Your lucky, the bullet doesn't look like it went that deep but were gonna have to take it out to stop the bleeding" The woman stated her tone a little lighter then previously. Jason let out a breath he hadn't realize he had been holding, Courtney was going to be all right that was what mattered, that was all that mattered.

"Okay how we get it out" Jason stated seriously looking to the owner expectantly.

Courtney's dream

"Didn't expect to see me here did you?" The red head stated. I couldn't hear her over the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. She looked so real as if I could reach out and envelope her in a hug like I had once been able to. I could not seem to focus on the different things happening around me as light faded to black and back once again, Skye's image seemed to hold my gaze captive.

"I… how could this happen, I killed you" My voice came out like a squeaky 12 years old.

I felt a cold chill run up my spine as her dark almond eyes swept over my figure.  

"I know I was there when you killed me, remember?" Skye's words pricked at my skin

As if they were tiny needles and I blinked back tears.

"Where am I? Am I dead?" The words seemed to rush out of my mouth faster then I time to think about them. Skye stared at me silently, her cold gaze stopping to observe the way I shifted uncomfortably as I impatiently awaited her response.

"You get to be spared, I don't why I was sent here to tell you, probably some sick joke the man upstairs thought up" The red head before me stated, smoothing her dress out distractingly. I could not help but smile through unshed tears that had bottled up in my eyes. I was getting a second chance to do things right. All the time wasted on A.J, with all his spiteful words full of hate. Believing I could love him despite it all, while watching someone I do love almost pass me by.

"Don't be too pleased by sparing you someone else has to die at your hands just like I did" Skye's words hit me harder then I expected and my smile slowly faded. In reality, I did not deserve to live, not after watching the blood seep from Skye's bullet wound, not after ending her life.

"I don't want another person to die because of me" I let a few tears flow down my cheeks as the words escaped my mouth. Skye looked at me again a mixture of anger and remorse playing across her features before the stone mask once again overtook them.

"People don't choose to be spared or who dies in their place, all you can do is choose the right way to live the life you've been given" Skye spoke quietly, before disappearing. She sounded so fragile, she didn't get to be spared but she had to tell me, her murderer I had been. Everything began to fade and darkness once again took over.

The Motel

"She's going to be okay, we were lucky she was unconscious while we took the bullet out, it would have been mighty painful if she hadn't been" The motel owner said rising from her place beside Courtney. Jason ignored her optimistic tone choosing to wait until the moment Courtney would wake up and smile at him again, to know she was going to be all right.

"Well I better be going back to my room, all this excitements made me kinda tired" The owner stated her southern drawl accenting her words lightly.

"Thank you umm…. I never got your name" were the first words Jason had spoken towards the woman in hours. She paused in the doorframe a small smile gracing her features as she stuck her hand out.

"My names Jessie and yours"

"Jason"

He accepted her outstretched hand, shaking it before she exited the room.

Jason ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he tried to absorb the past few hours and come to grips with what he had almost lost, Courtney. The only person he had really come to admire and open his heart to since Robin. He reached a hand out gently running his fingers across her cheek. He was happy to feel the warmth beneath his palm, pulling back; he could see the color returning to the blonde-haired woman's cheeks. Courtney stirred and his hand immediately found hers, entwining their fingers. Her eyes opened gazing into his own and he could feel his nerves begin to ease as he looked into the crystal orbs for the fist time in what felt like forever.

"Jason" Her voice croaked slightly as she spoke his name. He smiled stroking her hair with his free hand. Courtney swallowed hesitantly and he reached for the glass of water beside him, helping her sip it slowly. She looked at him her eyes sparkling slightly as she observed his tender side again, despite his claims to not having one. The pain had dulled but a sharp pang coursed through her body when she tried to move, a painful moan escaped her lips. Jason tried to help her but she shooed his hands away adjusting her position so she could see him better.

"You should get some sleep" He stated observing the constant fight to keep her eyelids open. She nodded making a move to rest her head against the pillow when she pulled herself up again.

"Jason I can't do this, I want to turn myself in"

PC warehouse         

"You sun of a bitch" Faith screamed, slamming the door behind her. Tagliati glanced at her from his place at his desk before returning to the paperwork before him.

"What did you think I wouldn't find out you went behind my back and shot the little twit?" Her words echoed against the bare walls, the fire building in her eyes.

"I knew you would, I just chose not to care" Tagliati replied flippantly.  The blonde-haired woman stood before him her eyes bore down on him every nerve in her body wishing she could strangle the idiot. A grin slowly spread across her features as she realized, he didn't know yet, she bit back the laughter that was close to the surface.

"You didn't kill either of them, they're both doing quite well, actually" Faith stated.

"All you really did was piss off Morgan and eventually Corinthos will come looking for someone to blame and I will be all too happy to point him towards the right person" The blonde smiled allowing a giggle to escape her lips as she watched her male companion grip his pen tighter. He looked into her eyes and she saw the fear, it was like a Kodak moment. Faith rose from her chair taking one last look at Tagliati before exiting the warehouse.

Sonny's penthouse   

Carly watched Michael get ready to go to the park with Leticia, savoring the one quiet moment she'd had for a while. The little boy kissed her goodbye waving as he made his way out the door with Leticia by his side. The blonde practically threw herself onto the couch as she allowed the stillness of the penthouse to calm her nerves. Courtney and Jason were on the run and Brenda had managed to crawl back into her life, things were not looking good. A knock on the door pulled Carly from her thoughts and she sighed rising to answer it. The blonde-haired woman on the other side stared back at her expectantly. Carly regarded her with a scowl choosing to lean against the doorway rather then Invite her inside.

"What do you want Ms.Roscoe?"

"I have some information for your husband, regarding the shooting of a family member" Faith stated coolly watching as Carly's uninterested façade slowly faded. Another thing Faith loved more then fear was watching people leave their hearts wide open to be broken.

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