Hate to Friendship to Love

"I know a place we can go," says Brenda sadly. She said it so low, Jason had to strain his ears to hear her, but he could tell by the expression on her face that she didn't like the idea of where ever they were about to go.

"We can't go to your cottage either, Brenda. He'll know to look there too, said Jason with a sigh. He couldn't understand why she would be unhappy about that though.

"I'm not talking about the cottage, where we're about to go, we need a boat, she says, walking towards Jason to help him up.

"A boat, why would we need a boat, where are we going?" he asks, now interested, in where she's taking them.

"I'll explain when we get there, she says a bit aloof.


Brenda and Jason stole a boat, and it took them a good thirty minutes to reach their destination. On their way there, Jason couldn't help but wonder where they were going. He also was brooding about the fact that Brenda wouldn't leave him back at the warehouse, and her eyes, all the emotions in her eyes were weird, because they were directed towards him, but not the contemptuous looks she usually gave him. What he saw in her eyes tonight was fear, concern, and loyalty. For years I thought of Brenda as a self-centered brat, but of all the nights, she chooses this one to be altruistic, Jason thought.

The boat was coming to a stop, and Brenda went over to Jason to help him out of the boat.

"Now are you going to tell me where we are," Jason said impatiently.

"We're at my house," she says nonchalantly. And the house came into view. It wasn't a mansion or anything, it was just an average house. They walk into the house, and it actually looks nice. The couch and chairs are covered in sheets, but other than that, it looks like someone has been living here for years.

"Your house?" Jason ask, the shock written all over his face.

"Well actually it's my dad's house, he left it to me," she says distantly. She helps Jason to the couch. "I've been taking good care of it, don't you think," she says more to herself than to Jason. "I come here every two weeks and clean it up, and bring food and everything; just to make it have that homey feeling, you know," she smiles timidly. Or I'll just come here to get away from the world, she says, sitting next to Jason on the couch.

"Who else knows about this place," Jason asks, looking around.

"No one, not even Jax, or Sonny. It felt more like mine, if I...if I just knew about it, she says quietly, putting her hair behind her ear.

That's when it finally hits him. She didn't want to come here, because, she didn't want anybody to know about this place.

"Brenda, I'm sorr," Jason starts, but Brenda interrupts him, before he can finish. "Don't be, it's ok, really," she says, looking him in the eyes, wanting him to know that it really was ok. She then focused her attention on his shoulder.

"Oh God Jason, your shoulder," she says, she then rushes to a room, and comes back a minute later with a first aid kit. Talking to Brenda for that brief moment, Jason forgot all about the pain shooting from his shoulder.

"Brenda, listen to me, you need to do exactly what I tell you right now," he says seriously, so serious, that it scares her. She just nods her head. "Ok you have to get this bullet out of my shoulder, and sterilize it. You need to get something that can get the bullet, and you need a knife, and a lighter, to stop the bleeding," he says. And can tell that she is scared even though she's trying to hide it.

"Ok," she says, trying to sound strong, but deep down scared to death. She gets up to look for the materials. She comes back with a lot of towels, a lighter, a knife, rubbing alcohol, and tweezers. She sits back down next to Jason, on the side of his wounded arm. She helps him take off the bloody shirt, and winces as she sees him grimace. She tells him to lean back against the couch, and for the first time, she sees the wound vividly, and her face contorts into a frown.

"Ok put some alcohol on the tweezers and...," Jason starts. "I know," Brenda says, before he can finish. She reaches for the alcohol and pours some on the tweezers. She then comes back to his shoulder, and her hand starts to tremble. Jason notices this and grabs her hand.

"Brenda its going to be ok," he says, squeezing her hand for reassurance.

"But.. but what if I make it worse," she chokes out, tears glistening in her eyes, looking back at the wound.

"I trust you," Jason says sincerely. Brenda then looks at him, and he is completely serious. A tear slips down her face, and she turns her attention back to his shoulder. She then puts the tweezers inside his wound, and her tears starts to come faster, as Jason gasps, when the tweezers comes in contact with his wound.

It feels like Brenda has been looking for the bullet for an eternity, but it has only been five minutes. Brenda takes a towel and wipes Jason's face, it is full of sweat. "He's not going last much longer," she thinks. Just as soon as she says that, she feels the bullet.

"Oh my God Jason, I've got!" she exclaims. She pulls it out.

"UHHH," Jason grunts.

"I'm sorry," she says. She then begins cleaning the wound.

"Brenda, listen, you did good, but now you have to stop the bleeding, he says barely above a whisper. Take the knife and get it as hot as you can with the lighter, then press it against my skin," he says, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Oh God no, she cries. Jason, no I can't do that, please don't ask me to do that," she pleads. Looking at him in horror.

"You have too, you came this far, he says, looking at her. Please," he says. And he surprises Brenda and him, because he never said please to anybody. She then takes the knife and the lighter, and burns the knife; her hand is shaking the entire time. Once the knife is red, she puts the lighter down. She looks at Jason's shoulder, and then at him.

"On three," she says. And he just nods his head. "One, Two, Three," she says, and then she presses it against his wound, but she turns her head.

"AHHHHHH," Jason screams, he bites down on his lip so hard it begins to bleed, and then he passes out. Brenda takes the knife away, while a puddle of tears are coming from her eyes. She cleans his wound, and bandages it. She grabs his other arm and puts it over her shoulder. Putting all of his weight on her. She takes his unconscious body to the bedroom, and lays him across the bed. She takes off his shoes, and puts him under the covers. And she stands there for a while and marvels at him. She thinks how tonight, she could have lost her life, if it wasn't for Jason Morgan. No man has ever put everything on the line for her, and he did, more than once. She never would have thought that Jason, a man she considered her enemy, would become her best friend. She smiled to herself, thankful that Jason was in her life. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Thank You," she whispered. Her dad's house only had one bedroom, so she slept on the couch.


The next morning, Brenda woke, and realized that everything that happened last night wasn't a dream. She got and went to the bedroom. She opened the door slowly, and peeked in. She noticed that Jason was sweating all his face and chest. She went over to him, and touched his forehead, and noticed he was burning up. She went to the bathe room and wet a towel. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him, and began rubbing his face, trying to cool him off. Just then Jason opened his eyes wearily.

"Hey, how are you doing?" she asked warmly.

"Fine, but I'm cold," he murmured.

"What are you talking about, you're burning up, she says, putting her hand over his forehead again. You must have a fever," she said worriedly. She got up, and got another quilt, and put it over him. By now he shivering. Jason was trying hard to keep his eyes open.

"I have to get your body back at it's regular temperature," she tells him soothingly. So she stands up and begins to unbutton her shirt.

"What are you doing?" asked Jason, surprised by her actions.

"The only thing I can think of is body heat, so if you have a better idea, tell me," she says. And he stays silent. She unbuttons her shirt all the way revealing a black bra. She then walks over to the dresser, and pulls out some shorts. She goes to the other side of the bed, and sits down, her back facing Jason. She unbuttons her pants, and pulls them off, and puts on her shorts. She then turns around, and gets under the covers. Jason is staring at her with an impassive expression on his face. She slides next to him, and slowly starts to get on top of him. Jason flinches, when her flesh comes in contact with his. Brenda fills it and ask, "Oh God did I hurt you," she says, panic rushing to her face, looking at his shoulder.

"No, it's ok, you didn't hurt me. Brenda you don't have.....," Jason starts, but Brenda getting a feeling of what he's about to say, stops him.

"Jason you saved my life, so please let me save yours," she pleads, looking him in the eyes, searching for his consent. And Jason can't say anything to that, he just nods his head. So Brenda lays back on top of him, and wraps her arms around, using his chest as a pillow. And she no longer feels Jason shivering, and he no longer feels cold, and it surprises him, because overall he feels comfort.



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