He'd turned his chair to face the wall, and now he'd been staring off into space for the past half-hour. He was close, he could feel it. For so long, the answer to this case had been eluding him, and now, it was about to stare him right in the face. He smiled, thinking of the day when the Alcazar murder case would finally be closed.
Of course, it didn't much matter to him who was behind bars when this was all over. No, Scott didn't care who took the rap, as long as somebody did. He'd admit, he screwed up Brenda and Jason's trial. He wouldn't this time. This time, even if he himself wasn't sure the person he accused was guilty, he'd make sure the jury was. That shouldn't be too hard. There were few people in Port Charles who didn't have a motive, all Scott had to do was find someone who didn't have an alibi. Preferably, one who could definately be placed at the scene of the crime.
He already knew of one such person, and he was closing in on her fast. A known drunk, there were few people who would stick up for her. And the best part, she had openly admitted to being at the scene. She had all but confessed, and that last part wouldn't be a problem. Confession or no, Scott was going to bring Skye Quartermaine down...
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Skye shivered. He should have been there by now. Or was she being stupid, thinking he'd come at all? She shook her head. She was the liar, not he.
She bit her lip. She didn't want to go there, down that path of self-loathing and self-pity. She'd been down that road many times before, and it always led to a drink. She wanted to stay sober, and damn it, she would this time! Telling herself to stay strong, she shivered again and checked her watch.
"Sorry I'm late."
Skye turned around. Jax was standing close behind her. She smiled. "Thank you, for coming."
"Skye," he said, "You know I'll do all I can to protect you, but you have to be honest with me."
Skye's face fell. She should have expected this. "You don't believe me, do you?"
He shook his head vigorously. "No, that's not it. I mean, I do believe you. I believe you saw someone in the hotel room that night. I also think you saw this person a bit more clearly than you're letting on."
Skye started to protest; he grabbed her.
"Skye, you have to tell me. Who was it?"
He let her go, and she turned away. "You wouldn't believe me. Hell, I don't want to believe me. I keep... I know this sounds silly, but I keep hoping I imagined it. Oh, but I know I didn't! You won't want to believe me, but please-"
"Skye, who is it?" Jax broke in. He tried to keep his voice as soothing as possible, his heart melting a little at her troubled expression.
Skye looked at him and then away again, trying to decide whether or not to tell him. Coming to the conclusion that it would be best if he knew, she took a deep breath. "Jax, it's Alexis."
Jax shook his head. "Can't be." he said quietly. Then, realizing what he'd implied - that she was lying - he looked at her apologetically.
She brushed off his remorse. "I know. I know. Like I said, I didn't want to believe it. I've been searching my mind for days, trying to come up with some other possible answer - a dream, a trick of the light, something - but there just isn't any."
Jax sighed, absorbing this. "Does anyone else know?"
Skye hesistated. "Felicia does. I asked her to check it out for me; I really didn't want it to be true. I asked her to keep it quiet, of course, and I'm not going to tell anyone else."
Jax looked away, staring instead down at the ground. Skye put her hand on his arm in a gesture of solidarity. He met her gaze, noticing for the first time that night how genuinely scared she looked.
"Come on," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Let me buy you coffee. You've got to be freezing out here."
She agreed, and allowed him to lead her to Kelly's. When they were finally out of sight, a man stepped out from the shadows. The entire time they'd been talking, neither Skye nor Jax had noticed that, just a few feet away, was A.J. Quartermaine.
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Of course, it didn't much matter to him who was behind bars when this was all over. No, Scott didn't care who took the rap, as long as somebody did. He'd admit, he screwed up Brenda and Jason's trial. He wouldn't this time. This time, even if he himself wasn't sure the person he accused was guilty, he'd make sure the jury was. That shouldn't be too hard. There were few people in Port Charles who didn't have a motive, all Scott had to do was find someone who didn't have an alibi. Preferably, one who could definately be placed at the scene of the crime.
He already knew of one such person, and he was closing in on her fast. A known drunk, there were few people who would stick up for her. And the best part, she had openly admitted to being at the scene. She had all but confessed, and that last part wouldn't be a problem. Confession or no, Scott was going to bring Skye Quartermaine down...
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Skye shivered. He should have been there by now. Or was she being stupid, thinking he'd come at all? She shook her head. She was the liar, not he.
She bit her lip. She didn't want to go there, down that path of self-loathing and self-pity. She'd been down that road many times before, and it always led to a drink. She wanted to stay sober, and damn it, she would this time! Telling herself to stay strong, she shivered again and checked her watch.
"Sorry I'm late."
Skye turned around. Jax was standing close behind her. She smiled. "Thank you, for coming."
"Skye," he said, "You know I'll do all I can to protect you, but you have to be honest with me."
Skye's face fell. She should have expected this. "You don't believe me, do you?"
He shook his head vigorously. "No, that's not it. I mean, I do believe you. I believe you saw someone in the hotel room that night. I also think you saw this person a bit more clearly than you're letting on."
Skye started to protest; he grabbed her.
"Skye, you have to tell me. Who was it?"
He let her go, and she turned away. "You wouldn't believe me. Hell, I don't want to believe me. I keep... I know this sounds silly, but I keep hoping I imagined it. Oh, but I know I didn't! You won't want to believe me, but please-"
"Skye, who is it?" Jax broke in. He tried to keep his voice as soothing as possible, his heart melting a little at her troubled expression.
Skye looked at him and then away again, trying to decide whether or not to tell him. Coming to the conclusion that it would be best if he knew, she took a deep breath. "Jax, it's Alexis."
Jax shook his head. "Can't be." he said quietly. Then, realizing what he'd implied - that she was lying - he looked at her apologetically.
She brushed off his remorse. "I know. I know. Like I said, I didn't want to believe it. I've been searching my mind for days, trying to come up with some other possible answer - a dream, a trick of the light, something - but there just isn't any."
Jax sighed, absorbing this. "Does anyone else know?"
Skye hesistated. "Felicia does. I asked her to check it out for me; I really didn't want it to be true. I asked her to keep it quiet, of course, and I'm not going to tell anyone else."
Jax looked away, staring instead down at the ground. Skye put her hand on his arm in a gesture of solidarity. He met her gaze, noticing for the first time that night how genuinely scared she looked.
"Come on," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Let me buy you coffee. You've got to be freezing out here."
She agreed, and allowed him to lead her to Kelly's. When they were finally out of sight, a man stepped out from the shadows. The entire time they'd been talking, neither Skye nor Jax had noticed that, just a few feet away, was A.J. Quartermaine.
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