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Chapter Six: Promises Made are Promises Kept

Jason almost couldn't believe what he heard as he sat silently on the private jet flying towards Columbia. Lorenzo had called him in the middle of the night telling him to meet him at a local hospital not to far away from an abandoned compound in Columbia. The idea that he could be walking into a trap resounded in his head courtesy of Sonny. The older man tried to go with his best friend but Jason refused. If he was walking into a trap one of them had to be left in Port Charles to figure things out and bring them both home. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. The tension in his body eased slightly as he thought of her. Her long blond hair and soft smile flooded his mind and he knew that this had to be the truth. He noted something in Alcazar's voice that almost sounded like regret. he felt his hand clench involuntarily. If he did anything to hurt Courtney, well there weren't words to describe what he would do to the druglord. He let his head rest back against the cool leather of the seat trying to stop the thoughts in his head. He couldn't do anything right now but sit there and wait for the plane to land. He was never much for an imagination or looking toward the future. or thinking about the past but the thoughts swirled almost frantically inside his mind. He would see her and take her into his arms and hold her for so long. he could almost feel her body within his embrace. He just needed to get to her. once he had her everything would be okay. everything had to be okay.

Colombian Hospital.

He remained by her side long after the call. His hand gently stroking hers as she lay there lost within her own slumber. He wondered if she still felt the pain. By the look on her face she seemed at peace but somehow he knew. Perhaps because he had seen the way she took the news or maybe it was partially his own guilt but he knew that no matter how many sedatives they gave her it didn't help. Because even in sleep she was still in pain, the memory of her face and the sound of her voice would be with him forever. The way she pleaded with him to stop talking to cease from giving her the tragic news of her unborn child that was forever lost to her would remain with him for the rest of his life. He had seen death and he had seen pain but her pain. it was just agony and he knew that it was his fault. He opened his mouth to apologize but the words died on his lips. It didn't matter because his words of remorse wouldn't bring the baby back or change her feelings.

Reaching up he brushed the fair strands of hair from her forehead and stared into her bright face that was finally coming back to its healthy color. She truly was beautiful. If her eyes were open he could see the crystal blue that they blatantly resembled. He swallowed hard. "I will make this up to you. I promise." He whispered into her ear.

Just then the door opened and he turned to stare at the guard that was there. "Morgan is on his way here. If we want to avoid a confrontation we should leave now."

He nodded. Turning back to his captive he stared at her. "I promise." He said again. Opening her palm he placed something within it and closed her fist tightly before taking a stand and walking out.

Ten minutes later.

Jason walked inside the hospital and found her room almost out of sheer instinct. Opening the door with caution he took in the scene noting that she was the only one in the room and was by her side in seconds. Her body limp and unmoving and for a brief moment that felt like a lifetime he thought that he was too late. He thought that indeed it was a set-up; the worst kind of set-up and his breathing stopped. But then he saw the color in her cheeks and the slight movement in her chest and he released a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding and felt the unshed tears burn the backs of his eyes. "Courtney." He gasped softly with immense relief. Picking her body up he carried her out of the room and headed back to his plane.

Lorenzo watched from the sidewalk as he saw Morgan take the girl to his car and drive away. His eyes followed the black sedan until it was lost with the blackness of the storm before turning to his own driver. "Call my pilot and tell him to get the plane ready." He ordered.

"Yes sir. Where are we going?"

"Port Charles." He replied easily. He had a promise to keep.

Aboard the plane.

Placing her on the long seat in the very back of the plane he stared at her sleeping form. The way her chest rose and fell with each soft gentle breath. Her blond hair fell across her cheek lazily as she moved within her slumber. Reaching out he took her hand within his own and caressed her fingers needing to be close to her. needing to touch her. Kissing her knuckles he breathed in her natural scent. God how he had missed her. Just thinking about never seeing her again almost killed him. "I almost lost you. And I know I'm selfish because even though it might happen again. I can't let you go. I'm sorry." He whispered to her even though she might not be able to hear him.

"Jason." His name left her lips like a silent prayer.

"I'm here. Courtney?" He asked.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "It's all. my fault." She mumbled still lost within some dream world.

He furrowed his brow. He didn't understand. What was she talking about? "Courtney?" He asked reaching out to touch her face.

The slight contact made her jump and she awoke. Staring at him with wide fanatical eyes she clutched the soft leather. "Jason?" She whispered tearfully.

He nodded hating the fear he saw in her eyes. "Yeah. it's me."

"I'm not. I'm not dreaming?"

"No." He whispered putting his hand out for her. "I'm right here. Just take my hand."

She stared down at his outstretched palm and ever so slowly reached out and placed her fingers in his hand. Closing it around hers he gave her arm a gentle tug and she fell into his embrace. "I can't believe. I can't believe that you're here with me. I knew that you would come for me. I knew that you would." She cried into his shoulder.

"I will always come for you." He whispered into her hair as he kissed the intimate spot in the crook of her neck and held her tighter then he had ever before.

"I wished for you. I wished." Her sentence broke off into sobs as she clung to him.

"Shhh." He soothed as he stroked the back of her head letting his fingers get lost in her fair tresses. "It's all right. I'm here with you. It's just you and me. I will never let him near you again. I promise you that."

She shuddered as a chill ran through her and buried herself within his hug. Looking down she felt something within her free palm. Opening it slowly she stared at the object through blurred, tear-filled eyes.