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Just a phone call away

I really don't know how I tripped, I mean I've climbed these stairs day in and day out for the last four months, but somehow I did. I pain shot through my ankle, causing my to cry out, involuntary.

"Ouch," my hands, thought, broke the rest of my fall and I decided against trying to move. Instead I let out a breath of defeat, at least for now, and rested my head against the marble of the next step. The rest allowed my mind to wonder, to think about all that I'd recently heard; Emily has breast cancer, his rock, his reason for living, his angel has cancer. No matter which way it was put or how nicely it was said the bottom line was and would always be that she might die. I gulped down tears that threatened to spill because I had to be strong for him, allowing him to be scared if he wanted.  I opened my mouth to call for Maria, my live in maid, when the phone rang. This sudden feeling of complete importance swept over me and I needed to get the cell, this call was disgustingly important.

"Maria," my voice echoed through the huge Italian style house he had got me and I vaguely wondered why I had asked for a place with so much room. She didn't come, but I wasn't worried, like I said the house was big and Maria was old, her hearing was going. Usually I didn't mind, Maria was a saint but today, right now, with this feeling in my stomach I needed to get to the phone. It kept ringing and to my ears even the ringing sounded argent. I pushed myself up to stand but could make it up another step, not with the pain in my ankle so I upped for pulling myself up the remaining two stairs and dragging myself across the floor. Tiredly I grabbed the phone from its place on the small table in the hall and breathlessly answered.

"Hello?" I must have sounded as though I had just ran a race but his laugh eased my mind.

"Are you okay Brenda? Because I was sleeping and suddenly got this feeling that I had to call you." His voice was full of sleep and worry. I pictured Jason, clad only in his sweats, rubbing his eyes and trying to suppress a yawn and it made me feel like I was back in Port Charles.

"No, I'm not okay Jason." I told him; with Jason I had never had a problem telling him how I felt because he was different.

"What is it, what happened?" The worry in his voice shot through the roof but the sleepiness disappeared. I laughed; he always made me feel safe.

"I tripped up the stairs and twisted my ankle, I can't move it." I told him and the pain intensified making me hold back tears.

"God, Brenda, where the hell is Maria?" he growled into my ear and I could almost hear him rubbing his hand down his face.

"Hush, Jas, that woman is a saint and she's old. I'll be fine." I told him in a motherly tone. Jason had always been a right here right now kind of guy.

"I lied, it hurts." I must have sounded like the spoiled brat model everyone pegged me to be but I didn't care because I knew that I really wasn't and so did he; because he was different.

"You'll be fine, Brenda," I knew that he cared, even with the uncaring statement he'd just told me and I knew that if it hadn't been him he would have added 'for the spoiled princess you are' but he wasn't tacky.

"You're probably right," I never once admitted he was right when we were married but over the phone with out having to look him in the face I could do it no problem.

"If you'd only knew that when we were married you'd still be with me…I mean in Port Charles." Sure the pain was shooting through my leg faster then adrenaline but I'd heard what he'd said, really said.

"Are you okay?" It didn't matter if he was dying, Jason would never want me back with him in that too small for the both of us penthouse; something must be really wrong. It was then that I remembered Emily and the cancer and mentally kicked myself for asking a stupid question.

"Don't worry about me." He told me, and I thought that, maybe when he'd called me two days ago was the only time that he would ever open up completely.

"I'm suppose to worry, it's what I do as your favorite ex-wife." I said quietly with a smile.

"Well that's not really fair seeing as you're my only ex-wife." He chuckled into the phone; he did have a point.

"Well with the way you marry you should have ten ex-wives by the end of the year." I told him, referring to our just about shotgun wedding. Truthfully I didn't want him to marry again, well, I didn't want him to marry and devoice because with being his ex-wife, his only ex-wife I had a part of Jason that I didn't need to compete for. I was bad with completion and deep down I needed a part of Jason because he was different. Not like everyone else I'd ever been with, sure I loved them and my time with them but when all was said and done I didn't NEED them.

"You said 'I do' too, Barrett." Like the sleepiness the worry began to disappear from his voice but not because he was getting ready for a fight, because he knew that I'd be fine.

"Yeah, but crazy people do crazy thing and at the time I was crazy." I laughed and he laughed and I was surprised that Sonny's guard didn't rush in to see what was happening; the hit man, Jason Morgan rarely laughed.

"At the time?" he asked sarcastically and I could almost head the tears running down his face from laughing.

"Well, legally crazy or diagnosed or whatever." Hey I was a model not a doctor.

"I don't know if I should ask…but…well…is she okay?" I asked slowly I didn't want to upset him.

"Who?" his voice was hardening on me and it hurt me to know that he felt he needed walls with me.

"Emily, Carly, both?" I missed Port Charles so much that every time I talked to him I had big urges to ask him to bring me home.

"I got a lead on Carly, or a hint, I'm going to find her soon I know it. And Emily's, well, fine, she's going to chemo and groups and doing all she can do…" he trailed off and I heard him chock back a snob. It felt like someone had ripped my heart apart and I gulped back air to keep the tears at bay. I wanted to cry for him and I wanted to help him but mostly I wanted to save his little sister.

"I can't lose her," his voice startled me and I wasn't sure which 'her' he meant. If he lost Carly he's kill Ric and never forgive himself but if he lost Emily he'd die. It was then that I felt a small tears streak down my face, I was crying for him and his pain because he was different.

"You won't lose her," I wanted to add 'I promise' because more then anything I wanted to promise but I couldn't because I had a thing with breaking promises and I couldn't guarantee that I could keep this one.

"Don't make promises," he had this thing about breaking promises too; he rarely broke them and had never broken one to me. Ever single promise he'd made me he'd keep and the only reason I could think of was because he was different then the others I'd been with.

"It's not a promise, Jas, it's more like a judge of character," I still didn't know which 'her' I was talking about but with either I knew they'd pull through because like me they were both stubborn people.

"Thank you," I could hear him pacing as he brushed stray tears from his steel eyes.

"I still miss you cookies." He told me after a time and I laughed through tears.

"I still wish I could make all your pain stop." I told him as I sat there leaning against the wall with my bad ankle stretched out and my good one pulled up to my chest.

"If we had a physiatrist, they'd be really proud of us." I joked because our perfect divorce was our little joke.

"At least I know that I be paying for something." He was always the moneyman and he knew it.

"And we would have done something right," I added, because we had, we'd become friends, really close friends.

"Maybe if you hadn't been engaged to another guy when we were married, we wouldn't have been in counseling." He told me through fake tears and cut off laughing.

"Jerry Springer, here we come." I played along before adding. "Hon, could you pay for the plan ticket down there."

"Ha ha, funny Brenda." I though it was and I knew he did too.

"Anyway where's Courtney?" I asked him and he fell silent and even with an ocean between us I could feel his hesitation.

"We had a fight, it was stupid but she's staying in the guest room." I heard his drop down onto the couch and I felt for him because he was different and he deserved all the happiness in the world.

"What about?" I asked.

"About you and Carly." My ears perked, Skipper talked about me, they fought about me.

"Courtney thinks I care too much about the two of you. She just doesn't get it." Now I understood, like him and Carly, Jason and I had a special relationship.

"She'll come round." That was a promise because if she let him go she was stupider them she looked.

"Even if she doesn't, I don't mind. If Courtney can't see how much you and Carly mean to me I don't need her." He told me truthfully and I was touched. The love in his voice and the fact that he was put me on the same level as Carly shocked me. How had we ended up here from where we had started? Then I concluded that we had crossed that thin line between love and hate. I did love him, in my own special way; in a way that I'd never love someone else ever and I was happy to know that he loved me in his own way too. I knew that I had to let him go, I had my ankle to take care off and he had his sister to be strong for and a best friend to find but I didn't want to stop taking to him. I didn't want to not hear his voice, it made me feel safe and at home which was funny because I never thought I'd feel at home hearing him. Somewhere along the way Jason had become my rock and I had become his and in that moment it finally hit me why; he was different.

"I should probably let you go." I told him, he had a lot to do and I knew he didn't get much sleep.

"I should probably go." He backed me up but I could hear the slightest hesitation.

"Bye then, Jason." I told him, trying to end out conversation.

"Never bye, Brenda, just I'll see you later, remember." He told me seriously and I feel so warm knowing that he would never abandon me.

"Later then." I corrected myself like he had last we talked.

"Yeah later." He said before going to hang up, he had things to do but I caught him before he did.

"Hey, Jason, I miss you, I miss home." At the time I didn't realize that I had referred to Port Charles as home but he didn't make a big deal out of it.

"I miss you too Brenda and if you ever need anything, even just to talk, I'm just a phone call away." He told me and I laughed.

"Stop stealing my lines." I told him, having used that one on him last time too.

"Well, technically I own 50 percent of what you do." Oh my God, he made a joke.

"Did you just joke with me?" I asked him astonished, maybe thing were looking up.

"Yeah well I figured that I got one miracle recently, who to say I can't get another, or at least Emily can't?" it was the first I'd heard him talk about miracles or hope and it surprised me.

"Well every angel deserves a miracle so I think she had a good chance." I didn't expect him to say anything and he didn't. I waited till he hung up, wanting to hold on to him and Port Charles for as long as I could before calling for Maria again. I waited, as I heard Maria rush towards my voice and hurry up the stairs to help me, feeling better, feeling as if things were going to be all right and all because of him; because he was different.

-Girlygirl