Sorry so long since my last post but I made this chapter a little longer if it helps. It's almost the end of my story, only a few more chapters to go. Anyway thanks for all your review and for reading my story. I hope you like it and please review.

Part 12

-Somewhere away from Port Charles-

She didn't really know where she was just that she had been there for close to six months now and could wait to get home. Slowly and carefully, still, she slipped threw the streets towards the airport. She had seen five of that crazy witch's men after she had escaped the forest and was determined not to let them see her. She was concentrating so hard on not being sent that she failed to see the guy sneak up behind her.

"What's a cute little thing like yourself doing out her all by yourself?" A sick smile graced his face and she spun around to face him. He was tall, a good 3 inches over her, with dark wild hair and dark eyes. His clothes were a little worn and smelt of alcohol, as did his breath. She moved her shoulders to stand even straighter as she watched him; he would try to make a move. He did, flinging out his hand to grab her but instead she grabbed his hand and flipped him over watching as he winched in pain when he meet the sidewalk.

"Fuck." He swore loudly and she didn't have to turn and look to know that her capture's men were already on there way over. Glaring at him she wished she had the time to kill him but knew she didn't so instead she reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet before disappearing into the night.

-Florence, Italy-

Sonny stepped off of his privet plane and onto the ground. Taking in a deep breath, he let the salty air fell his nostrils before smiling. A hand taped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at his Italian guard, Marco.

"Marco." Sonny greeted him, smiling as he shook the other man's hand.

"Mr. Corinthos, it's good to see you again." His Italian accent clear in his voice, but his English was still good.

"Likewise, Marco." Sonny told him as they headed for the limo that was waiting for them. Marco held the door as his boss got in and followed.

"So, Mr. Corinthos, what brings you to Florence?" Marco asked and Sonny gave him a strange look.

"You don't know?" Sonny questioned.

"About?" Marco asked him.

"Ms. Davis, I'm here to find her." Sonny told him and Marco's face changed.

"I thought that was just a rumor, I heard that you were looking for her but I wasn't sure." Marco told him and it was then that Sonny remembered that Marco was at the top of his Italian contacts and shouldn't know about Alexis.

"No, it's true, I'm here for Alexis." Sonny told him before turning to gaze out the window, his thoughts locked on his fiery attorney. God, everything reminded him of her, popcorn, coffee, his room, his bed sheets, that beautiful woman drinking coffee at the café-

"Stop the car." Sonny yelled, that beautiful woman was Alexis. He rushed out of the limo before it had come to a full stop and didn't really care that he didn't have any of his guards with him. Slowing as he neared her, he took a moment to collect himself, he had to act confident. Never taking him eyes off of her he started over, if she didn't come back willing, he concluded, he would drag her.

-Port Charles-

Jason's eyes roamed around his room, looking for anything that he could throw but found that he had already thrown everything he owned. What the hell had he done? He had hurt her, made her cry and now she wouldn't talk to him and it was killing him. She hadn't talked to him in two days, she hadn't answered his call, and she had sent back every single flower arrangement he had sent to her. Jason didn't know what to do. The look in her eyes when she found him and Carly still haunted him. He had run after her but she was already gone when he got outside. He had gone back up to Carly and yelled at her, accusing her of setting all of it up. She had smiled and told him that she had but he was a participant just like her, he had gone along with it. Her works hit him hard and he knew that she was right, he could have said no and left. Grabbing his shirt he turned to the blond lying naked on the bed and told her that he never wanted to see her again. He told her that their friendship was over. She jumped off the bed and begged him to reconsider, throwing in that he'd get a free blowjob if he did; he turned and left her house.  Now he sat thinking about Kristina. Grabbing his jacket from the hanger by the door he left, heading for Kelly's.

He must have look pretty damn sad as he sat at the table at Kelly's because Liz slid into the set in front of him and said.

"Girl trouble?" Before he said anything. He looked up and into her dark eyes and nodded.

"Wanna tell me about it?" Was her next question and he found himself telling his favorite Kelly's waitress everything that had happened. She looked at him with sympathetic eyes and smile before placing her hand over his.

"Why don't you go to the flower store and- what's her favorite color?" She stopped her suggestion to ask him.

"Yellow." He said with out a moment's hesitation, causing Liz to smile again and continue her previous idea.

"Ok, so go and get her a single yellow rose and deliver it yourself and when she opens the door get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, grovel." He looked up at her with skeptical eyes and she smiled. Her smile reassured him that it might not work but it was worth a try. He thanked her and pushed back his chair before turning to go. She called out to him and it stopped him. He looked at her with a 'what can I do for you look'.

"Good luck." Liz told him and she didn't have time to react before he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

"You're the best friend I've every had Elizabeth." He whispered into her hair before letting her go and she knew that he wasn't joking when he called her by her full name.

"You're my best friend to Jas." She told him before he smiled and disappeared into the night.  

Kristina's apartment was dark and still, the only sound being Norah Jones as if escaped her C.D player. Kristina sat, feet curled under her, in the living room chair with a huge blanket covering her. She hadn't really moved since her had found Jason and Carly; the only time she moved was for the bathroom and the door. Johnny had been checking up on her every hour and even thought she was touched that he cared, it was getting annoying. As if on cue there was a knock at her door, sighing her pulled herself up and off the couch and towards the door. Keeping the blanket pulled around her she opened the door.

"Johnny, I'm touched, but I'm fi-" the words died on her lip when she was met with the blue eyes of Jason. There he was in blue jeans and a black muscle shirt, topped off with his leather jacket. His hair was wind blown from his motorcycle and his blue eyes held a lot of sadness and hope.

"Jason." She whispered, not sure if she had actually said it out loud. He gazed at her.

"Hi," It was super soft and so un-Jason like but he had said it. She backed up, and began to close the door but his hand shot out to stop it.

"Please," he barley managed and Kristina looked passed him for Johnny.

"He's on a break." Jason told her knowing who she was looking for.

"Please, Kristina, five minutes." He asked, holding her gaze. They just stood there, until Jason remembered Liz's words. Dropping down onto his knees he pulled the yellow rose out of his jacket pocket and offered it up to her with sad eyes.

"Please, all I ask is five minutes then you never had to talk at me again." He begged her and when she moved to let him in he smiled.

-Somewhere away from Port Charles-

She pushed opened the door of the airport and wasn't surprised at the strange looks that she got. With her ripped black jeans and tattered blue shirt she expected this. Pushing her way to the front of the line she ignored the protest of the woman behind her; she needed to get the hell out of here.

"Can I help you, Ms?" The man behind the counter asked her, the look on his face saying that he didn't believe she could pay for a ticket.

"Yea, I'd like one, one way ticket to Port Charles, New York, USA." She told him, clearly and he pushed back a laugh as the price flashed in front of her eyes.

"I'm sorry miss, is it too much?" The clerk asked her but she shook her head and pulled out the wallet of the guy that she hit in the ally. If she could finish him off, least she could do was wipe out his bank account. Pulling out his card she handed to the man and watched as he swiped it through.

"Oh, and.. Philippe.. I'd like first class." She specified looking at his nametag and this time he could help but laugh.

"I don't think so, Ms.," He told her and she pulled out the only I.D she's managed to keep with her before flashing it at him. His face paled and she wanted to laugh but stopped her self.

"That's right, the one and only." She told him before he punched in a few things on the computer.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I'll change that ticket to first class right now, I'm so sorry, Ms. Quartermaine."