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Finding the Whole

Jason Morgan and Elizabeth Webber have drifted further and further apart ever since the dreaded break up. An accidental encounter on the docks changes all of that, for they realize how much they need each other in their lives.

This starts a couple days after Ric reveals to Elizabeth about her new gallery. Sonny was never beaten or taken by Alcazar. Let's just say all the PC mob families (Sonny's, Jason's, Ric's, etc.) have been "happy" for a while and are in no immediate danger. The panic room storyline will emerge later in the story. The story will also include Courtney and Ric, and a few appearances by other GH characters.

Chapter 2: Home Is Not Always Where the Heart Is

She traced his picture with her finger. Life had a funny way of surprising people. If someone would have told her a year ago that she would be marrying her ex's brother, she would have said, "I never even met him yet." She placed the wooden frame back in its specific place on the shelf and relaxed near the window. It was well past sunset and worry about where her fiancé was ran through her brain. She changed into a comfy tank PJ set and cuddled up on the couch with her new book. Ever since she moved in with Jason, she found herself having more free time. After all, she didn't have to work that much at Kelly's because money wasn't an object. And Jason was always doing his job. She sighed at the way her life turned. She was so in love, but her social life hadn't been all that since Jason always wanted to keep her safe, always with bodyguards or staying in the penthouse.

Jason unlocked his door and found Courtney sleeping peacefully on the couch, a book resting on her stomach. "Hey," he nudged her lightly.

Courtney opened her eyes, relieved to see Jason safe and at home. "Hey! Where were you?" She asked, sitting up to hug him.

"The docks. I just went there to think," he replied as he threw the house keys onto the coffee table.

"Think about what?" she asked earnestly, standing up to place her book back on the bookshelf.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her in for a peck on the cheek. "How great next weekend will be," he whispered in her ear. It was the truth; he was thinking about the following weekend until he decided to head for the docks. She giggled and he turned her around to face him, "I ran into Elizabeth there."

"Oh no. How bad was it?" Courtney's face dropped. What had her new enemy done this time? She wondered. Jason noticed her worry and quickly tried to ease her down. He was unsure of whether or not he should tell her of their enjoyable conversation.

"No, it was ok, she wasn't – you know - she wished us both happiness," he said. He figured that he didn't have to tell her everything and make her get suspicious about nothing.

"Really?" she said, shocked. She walked slowly from Jason, but turned around, "That's surprising. Are you sure it wasn't an act that Ric put her up to?" She could not believe Elizabeth could be so pleasant all of a sudden.

"No, she wasn't pretending. She was truly sincere." Jason hoped his fiancé would believe what he was telling her. If he was in her position, he would have a hard time believing it too.

"Wow. That's-"

"Amazing?" He asked, wondering if Courtney could believe how quickly Elizabeth seemed to have changed. But to him, Elizabeth had not changed. He believed that her benevolence and compassion for others never fleeted from her heart, but that the hurt that he caused her made her put on a masquerade to hide her feelings.

"Yeah. So I guess she understands now, about you and me." Courtney reasoned, trying to make sense out of the whole thing.

"I'm pretty sure she does." Jason concluded. Courtney smiled. Jason's voice and sincerity showed that he truly believed Elizabeth was not faking her sudden thoughtfulness. She sighed and was relieved at the fact that everyone appeared to be moving on.

"That's good; then we don't have to worry about her crashing the wedding reception." Courtney joked. Jason forced a smile at the lame joke. "I'm going to bed, you coming?" She asked at the top of the stairs.

"I'll be up in a minute." Jason sat down on the comfy couch and reverted back to the interesting evening he had just shared with Elizabeth Webber. He attempted to forge the night in his brain as well as in his heart. He wanted to remember it, especially since it had been a while since he had seen Elizabeth smile at him. He smiled remembering the way her deep dark eyes sparkled when she laughed. Her brown hair flowed loosely around her shoulders, framing her delicate face. "I missed you so much Elizabeth."

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He placed the sky blue, ruffled pillow back into the bright white crib. The mobile slowed down as the song faded into silence. Soon, he thought to himself, soon I willl have the family I have wished for, I just have to be patient for a few more months. His smug face grinned at an image of his beautiful wife, him, and his long awaited child having a nice walk in the park. He believed the child would bring them happiness, that it would erase all the bad that had haunted and followed him his whole life. He wanted the hurt and the hate to be over. The only way was for him to finish this one last project, the last sick project in his revenge against his brother. He looked up at the monitors and noticed his wife getting ready to enter their humble abode. He checked his watch, 10:53 PM. She's back late. He quickly exited his secret room and pressed the button on his handy dandy remote.

Elizabeth slowly opened the door to her new house. She kicked the door closed since her hands were occupied with her canvas, painting bag, and keys. Using her elbow, she switched on the lights to the living room. A wide awake Ric, staring at her from the couch, caused her to drop her keys. "Oh my gosh. You scared me," she told her husband as she proceeded to pick up her keys and somehow lock the door.

Ric stood up, "I'm sorry. But, you know, this is my home too." He said with his well known Lansing smile plastered on his face.

Elizabeth put on her own smile to the sarcastic remark and wondered why her husband seemed upset. "No, it's just that I thought you would have been in bed by now," she explained, setting her things down on an empty chair.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you. Where have you been all this time." Ric inquired, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

"The docks - painting." She replied. She pushed back a few strands of her brown hair behind her ears, wondering why her husband tensed so quickly after she stated her answer. She also began asking herself whether or not she should tell him of her encounter with Jason. It wasn't like she was in any danger or threat, it was a simple, friendly conversation.

He noticed her discomfort and reluctantly let go of his wife. "So late at night? By yourself? You have a studio upstairs," he commented, a little concerned.

"I can take care of myself." Liz defended, "I couldn't come up with anything here, so I went to the docks to try to get some inspiration. Besides, I wasn't alone the whole time, a friend stopped by." She stated simply, gathering her materials.

"Who?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Jason," she answered sweetly and walked up the stairs to her attic studio, leaving Ric with a confused look on his face. She decided to leave it at that for tonight. It was late and she didn't want to get into a long and drawn out conversation about Jason Morgan and the danger that surrounded him.

She locked the room to her studio, signifying to her husband that she wanted to be alone to paint for as long as she could. In reality, she wanted to be alone to think about what had just happened to her and Jason that night. As soon as she settled into her favorite room of the house, she quickly figured out why she had not said the "Elizabeth Webber Lansing" gallery. Every painting that she deemed worthy enough for displaying in the show was not ones that were enthused by Ric or the life he had provided her. Several were originals or variations of the pieces that Jason's character and aspirations for her had inspired.

She never realized just how much she had longed for just one genial conversation with him. His blue eyes did not stare at her coldly, but rather with care and profound interest. They were as she used to remember them, not as ice, bus as a warm sparkling blue sea that never ended. She closed her own dark eyes and sighed, inspiration had hit her. Elizabeth smiled and started a new painting; one she knew would turn out exquisite. "Thank you, Jason," she whispered.

A/N: Like it so far? I hope you do. Also, for the purpose of the story line, Courtney and Liz will have a civil, friendly conversation too - just a warning for those of you who hate the character. (Personally, I liked Courtney when she first arrived and she was happy with AJ. The stripper storyline totally destroyed her.)

Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this. Please tell me if at anytime the story is confusing or if the characters are beginning to become out of character.

Thank you so much to those of you who have already reviewed! It really helps cheer someone up after a long day. : )

I won't be able to update this for a couple weeks since I will be away in Florida. I will review and edit chapters 3 and 4 on the long trip and post them as soon as I have access to a computer and the internet!