Yet to be Titled

The past revisits your favorite characters, for good or for bad?

Chapter 1: Bubbly ~ Summary:  Jason is startled by an unexpected visit.

Rated PG

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with nor do I intend to gain anything from: General Hospital, the characters, the actors, or Newsweek.

Chapter 1: Bubbly

            The motor faded into silence as the driver parked his precious vehicle in its usual spot. The sky rumbled as huge droplets of water seeped into his dark clothing and into his skin. He sprinted quickly for cover into the posh apartment building. After greeting the guard, he headed up to his home.  He was anxious to rest his feet and squeeze in at least three hours of sleep before having to return to his "duties".  The elevator bell rang, signifying his destination. Finally, it seemed pointless to have to live on such a high floor, but it was the best and it was where his family was. He threw his helmet onto the desk and flipped on the lights.

"I would've thought you'd have changed your locks by now."

Like lightening, he reached for his gun. A young woman, with a smug grin, swung her legs off the couch and stood up as she placed a magazine onto the coffee table.

            "Tsk, tsk. Being a little violent now aren't we?" she remarked, placing a perfectly manicured hand on her hip.

            He sighed and placed his gun delicately into the desk drawer and began heading towards the kitchen. "How'd you get in here?" he yelled from the kitchen. He looked into the dimly lit refrigerator, trying to decide on whether or not he should serve the young woman, after all she was uninvited.

            "That's all you say when you haven't seen me in how long?" she asked, a bit annoyed. You'd think a friend would be happy after a return home, but not him, never him. She frowned, thinking of why she ever thought of stopping by. "Ahhhh" she yelped and jumped back. Sprinkles of bubbling champagne wet her back. "Jason!" She turned and saw a him grinning, champagne and glasses in his hands.

            "Woops." He put down the items and began laughing harder.

            "This is silk! And for that I'm gonna-." She grabbed the champagne bottle and walked menacingly towards him.

            "Whoa, whoa…it was accident!" he yelled in sarcastic desperation as he walked backwards away from her. She aimed and he ran. Out of breath, both collapsed onto the couch and laughed quietly. They stared at each other for a few seconds and both were recalling the past, the few moments they shared with each other, all in fun and games.

"So, what brings you here?" he began, picking up the magazine, "with a Newsweek magazine. Do you understand this stuff? Cause I think it may be a little out of league for you."

            "Shut up," she remarked, punching him playfully and grabbing the periodical from his hands. "Just a little light reading, a girl can read about the news too. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by at my favorite person's humble abode," she exclaimed sarcastically.

            "Ok. Good enough, I'm going to bed."

            "What? I just got here, you just got home! Come on, how bout some of that one on one, friends and couples do, we haven't really done that in a while." She stood up and stretched out her arms and let out a tiny yawn.

            "This from the one who's yawning, come on, there's still room for you." He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs. He felt like a father just then, bring up a tiny child up to bed, but at the same time he felt a little annoyed. He was happy she was back, but a bit disappointed at missing his nap. The sun was peaking from the horizon and one could faintly hear the light shuffle of very early morning risers.

"Expecting me were you? I knew it! You just can't get enough of me, you wish you were still married to lovely little me dontcha?" she said quietly, but enthusiastically. But she immediately felt drowsy, leaning on Jason for support. He helped her to bed and threw a loose blanket on top of her. Standing by the doorway, he turned back and gazed at her. It hadn't really been that long. It seemed as if only yesterday she took him aback with those three little words. Even if it was to get her out of divorcing him too soon so she could decide what she wanted to do, it always brought a smile back to his face. Their last time together was certainly what one would recall as joyful, but it was sort of special for them.  She changed somewhat; she was a little less demanding, less whiny, but still the same perky, spontaneous Brenda Barret.

A/N:  Please read and review!! I really want your input! Tell me if you want me to continue!