Disclaimer: Once again, I am not affiliated with General Hospital and all that stuff.

*Note: I didn't start watching GH till 99, so if some stuff about the history is wrong, please tell me and correct me. Also, some of the flashbacks that will be appearing soon, I will be making up, but they are based on what happened in the past. I'm not going to rewrite the GH history, just add to it.

Chapter 2:

"AJ, slow down, stop the car." CRASH! The car swerved and smashed against a tree. His thoughts and life ran quickly through his mind and he felt his body being violently shaken, it felt as if his memory and present Quartermaine life was being shaken out of his body like how young children shake a piggy bank to retrieve money.

His bright blue eyes opened in a flash and Jason sat up in his bed, confused about what he just saw in his mind. The bed was shaking and Jason looked up with a perplexed stare. Brenda, still in her skin tight tank and capri pajamas had just jumped up onto his bed. A silver tray with a beautiful breakfast display was resting in her hands.

"Oh good, you're awake! Look! I made breakfast! Eggs, sausage, and French toast! It's a special recipe, I ran into a girl in Italy and she's an expert with food so I…" The dark haired woman looked at her friend, something was occupying his mind and it didn't look good. "Jason, Jason? Hello??" Ok, this is weird, even for him, she thought. Her dark eyes stared intently into his, attempting to figure out what was going on in that mysterious head of his. " ... Jason…I have something very important to tell you…," she started to try and snap him out of it, "I'm still in love with Sonny. Did you hear me?" She waved her hand furiously in front of his still face. Jason remained silent, just thinking. At first, he tried to remember more from his past; using his dream as a foundation, but nothing was coming to him. All he could hear in his head was her rambling. Giving up, Brenda jumped off the bed. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Morgan has left reality," she mumbled to herself. She let herself out of his room, it was no use; he was out of it.

"AHHHH!"

Jason jumped up; startled, he looked around the room for his jeans, "Brenda!" He pulled on his pants and started to run out of the bedroom. The guest room was still, but Jason immediately noticed Brenda had already made it her own. He ran quickly down the stairs and immediately stopped. Brenda was standing at the end of the stairs, beaming, breakfast tray and all in her hands.

"Don't ever do that to me again," he said as he pulled on a dark green tee shirt and walked past Brenda, trying not to eye the obviously delicious meal she had concocted.

"What? I had good reason to scream. I saw a spider. But I smashed it with the News magazine! I knew it was good for something. Look I made breakfast!" she said proudly, bringing the tray towards him. She wafted the delightful smell of fresh food towards his face. "Mmmmm…yummy….ok, fine. I didn't make this for you anyway, I just wanted to see you cringe when I eat all of this right in front of you."

Aggravated, Jason collapsed onto the couch and buried his face in his hands. But he quickly tried to save face, not wanting Brenda to get suspicious of anything. She sat down next to him and set the breakfast tray on the coffee table. "So what's up."

"Nothing."

"You sure?" she asked. He nodded. "Are you sure you're sure?"

"Yeah, now stop pestering." He picked up a piece of French toast and examined it. "Is it safe?"

"Don't change the subject! I hate it when you change the subject! Besides, why would I need to get rid of you, I need a place to stay and some money and if you die you obviously would not bequeath your assets to me. They'd probably go to little Michael or someone innocent like that."

"True, true." As he was eating the remainder of the piece of French toast, he noticed that Brenda was being unusually quiet. He looked over to see her playing with her meal, creating happy and sad faces with the sausages and eggs. She could feel him staring at her, she wanted to tell him why she came back, but she didn't know where to begin. Would he believe her? She didn't want to ruin what they had going, he hadn't yelled at her yet, well at least not very loudly, or given her that menacing cold stare. "You're here for something, what is it?" he inquired gently. He lifted her bowed head and brushed her hair out of her face. Jason could see a faint look of fear in his eyes, one he never saw before. He took her left hand in his to try and comfort her.

"I-I probably should have told you last night, but I-" she was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door.

"Who is it?" Jason asked.

"It's Sonny," the guard replied.

Brenda dropped her fork and her plate on the table, one of the sausage links rolled off the plate onto the floor. "Woops! You can clean that up, I'm gonna go…I'm going in there."

"What? Hey, Where are you going? You were gonna tell me-"

"Shhh! I'll tell you later. Just, don't let him know I'm here. Please!" she begged.

"I thought you were still in love with him," he joked as he headed towards the door.

Brenda made one of those "shut up, stop joking" faces. "Don't say a word!" Brenda demanded in a whispered voice. She ran quietly into the kitchen, hoping Sonny hadn't heard her or Jason talking. She perked up her ears to try and listen to what was going on. Once Sonny left she was going to tell Jason everything.

A weird one that woman is, he thought to himself. Jason, laughing to himself, opened the door.

"What's up?" Jason was taken aback by what stood before him, he remained still not expressing any emotion.

* * *

A young woman accompanied the figure that was standing opposite of Jason. For a brief moment, Brenda and her antics distracted Jason from the reality of his life. He didn't bother to let the couple into his home because he knew they didn't come for a visit. Why did Sonny bring her here? He told Sonny he didn't want to lay eyes on her ever again. He wanted her completely out of his life. It was the only way, the only way for her to recover and lead a life far more rewarding than the one he was living now. She could feel his strong presence at the door, sensing his thoughts and his fear. She stepped up carefully towards him, walking stick on one hand, and letting go of her escort with the other. He didn't move; it felt as if his legs were experiencing a sudden sense of paralyze-ation. She lifted her hand towards his face and felt her way around his chiseled face. There was a time when she could read his face as easily as a map; she used to know every part of his face, but she couldn't remember. He closed his eyes and welcomed the warmth and care he felt at her fingertips. A year ago his heart would beat frantically whenever he felt her touch; but over the past few months, his heart didn't feel the same way it used to for her. Perhaps it was because of what he had done to her, he did not know. Jason stepped back from the woman, away from her touch.

Sensing his discomfort, she stopped and grabbed onto Sonny's arm again. Sonny looked back from his best friend to his sister. Both of them had their heads down, equally upset at what they had lost and what they could never get back. Trying to improve the uneasiness of the situation, he spoke up, "We're going to the airport now. She just wanted to see- She wanted to say good bye." He felt extreme pity for the both of them. They had so much together and they lost it so quickly. She lost more than her sight and her voice that night; she lost her ability to love Jason the way she used to. Her memory of the year she was with Jason had left her that night. At first she forgot everything, but then she remembered Sonny, Mike, even Elizabeth and Kelly's, but what she had with Jason never came back to her. All that she suffered that night, eleven months ago, all that she was suffering now, he wish he could take it all away.

Jason looked at the young blonde with sadness. He wished he could be the one in her shoes instead of her. He could not imagine how difficult it was for her to no longer be able to see water, the sun, her family, and her friends. What must it be like to live in constant darkness? "Do you need me to-" he began, but Courtney interrupted him, and shook her head "no." Grief set into Jason's heart once again, but he easily dismissed it; he wasn't going to start mourning again. He needed to focus on the present and the future, a future without her. "Ok then," he replied, he stepped up and hugged her, "Take care, be safe. I know you will recover because you are so strong." He looked at her one last time as she and Sonny stepped into the elevator.

"I'm so sorry." She did not know what happened, but she knew it had to be dreadful. Brenda sat next to Jason on the couch and opened her arms out to him. He willingly embraced her and sobbed on her shoulder while she stroked his back. She knew this was the first time he let himself cry. How could he cry before when he had to stay strong while Courtney was still around and he had to stay strong for Sonny, Carly, and Michael. She could not imagine what he must have gone through the past few months. She only wished he wasn't the one who had to go through it; Jason deserved more. Jason sacrificed so much for other people because of his sense and honor and loyalty, why couldn't he at least be the one rewarded wondrously for his actions?