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Chapter 3: Explanations

Jason immediately let go of Brenda and walked over to the closet. He pulled on his black leather jacket. It was a little distressed, but worn in all the right places. He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and shuffled through the desk drawer, looking for his keys. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," he commanded to Brenda.

"Where are you going? You still have breakfast here." She was confused. A little while ago, the once love of his life was upsetting him, she even thought she saw a tear in the cold faced guy.

"For a ride," he replied annoyingly. He didn't leave yet, knowing full well, from past experience, that she was going to ask more questions. The only way for her to be satisfied was if he answered at least one more.

"Is this because of Blondie leaving heart broken Jason without giving him a good bye kiss? Cause you know, Jax and Sonny didn't even-" She noticed his eyes glaring at her in the familiar cold way. "Don't you dare give me those eyes, I am only saying-"

"Don't get involved in this, you have no idea what the hell happened," he retorted angrily.

"Then why don't you tell me?"

"Because, like always, it has nothing to do with you. Every time you get involved, you just mess everything up."

"I am trying to be a good friend here." She explained. He gave a sigh and she could tell he didn't want her to help him. "Come on Jason, you have done so much for-"

"Not this again," he interrupted, "I did not help you initially to save your annoying butt. I did what I did for-"

"Sonny," she finished, "I know, I know." She glared at him, why can't he just open up to people? "Well, since you're obviously not gonna tell me anything, can I come with you?"

"What?"

"Riding. You know on your motorcycle," she suggested excitingly. Jason looked back at the petite woman. She was the one person he could not figure out, if people said no for one thing, she would suggest something else to annoy them. He didn't know if it was only towards him, though. She had a huge grin on her face and the anxiousness of a little child in her eyes. He could not help but let out a little smile.

"I'm going, do you need anything?" He should have just left before she decided to become the good listener. All he needed was to feel the wind in his hair and the speed and power that goes through his body while he rode.

Brenda thought for a second. "I don't think so. You know, I think I'll just pay Carly a visit; ask her what's going on. Cause even though I originally didn't want anyone to know I'm here, this stuff with Courtney is more important, so I'll just-"

He didn't know why he put himself through this. Because she provides some distraction from Courtney, he answered to himself. "You have two minutes to change into decent clothes."

She smiled brightly, "Really, really?"

"One minute and 52 seconds."

"Ok, ok, I'm going. Keep your boots on." She began running up the steps but turned around momentarily, "Can I drive it?"

He could not believe her. "Brenda."

"Ok, ok."

* * * * *

"That was so much fun, I should have been nicer to you earlier!" Brenda exclaimed. The motorcycle ride was like nothing she ever experienced before.

"You are not riding with me again." Jason commented as he placed his helmet and jacket into the closet.

"Why not?"

"You were holding on so tight I could hardly breathe." So it was a lie, he thought, he couldn't let her think that he actually liked her holding onto him for support, her gentle hands holding fiercely onto him.

"I wouldn't have to hold you if you didn't go so fast!" she exclaimed.

"So why did you come back again?" Jason inquired. "Am I the only one who knows you returned from Europe?"

"Huh? Oh look, my magazine came!" Brenda noted as she picked out the fashion magazine from the pile of envelopes they had picked up.

"Ned nearly had a heart attack when we stopped by to see Lila."

"Oh that, yeah, I was going to tell you, huh." She did not want to talk about why she returned, it would mean facing reality for her.

"Yeah? What is it? Do you need money, because I have plenty, just-"

"No, no, it's not money. God knows you already gave me more than you had to."

"Then what is it?" Jason asked with his serious tough guy voice.

Realizing she had to explain everything, Brenda searched her minds for words, "Ok, ok, I – where should I start? I don't-I don't know. Ok, I ran into Robin in Europe and-"

"Robin?"

"Yeah. So you know, since I haven't seen her in so long, we hung out for like two, three weeks." Flashbacks of Robin showing Brenda around France rolled through Brenda's mind. "It was so much fun, it was like high school all over again," Brenda smiled and remembered the days fondly, "but of course you don't remember…I wish you could remember the fun we used to have, the promise we made," she whispered. She looked up at Jason, who had a confused face. "But anyway. Then…" Brenda paused and was obviously struggling through what she had to say. She tried to compose herself. "I met this guy, who turned out to be a friend of hers for a year or so, and we hit it off, but nothing serious; it was platonic to me. But Robin always insisted that I go out with him. So one day I finally agreed. I don't know why. Just to stop her from pushing me, I guess. So…you know me, I have to get a new outfit and some shoes, so I go…there was a lot of traffic going back…and I come back around fifteen minutes after he said he would stop by and nobody's in the house. Their stuff was still there, so I thought the guy, JC, left and Robin had some emergency or patients to tend to at the local hospital or something. But then there was this note, " she removed the folded note from the inside pocket of her purse and handed it over to Jason. He scanned the crumpled paper and looked in disbelief.

Ms. Morgan,

"Ms. Morgan?" Jason asked a little confused.

"Well, I didn't want anyone knowing who I really was, so I told people my name was Brenda Morgan, it does have some truth to it." Brenda defended. Jason shook his head and let out a tiny smile and read the rest of the short note.

Don't worry about Robin. She's dying so I took her someplace safe to live the rest of her life in peace. Don't bother looking for her.

-JC

P.S. Robin says not to worry.

"I wish I never went out."

"This is the guy you 'clicked' with? Why'd you come to me? I mean, it doesn't seem like she's in too much danger if she knows the guy. And if she is dying-" Robin dying, he couldn't picture it. She always seemed to have such an optimistic spirit in her.

"That's just it Jason, Robin didn't look like she was dying, and she would have told me, wouldn't she? I came to you because," Brenda started, " I didn't know what to do, and you…you always know what to do." It was true, that was how she thought of him, a guy who somehow always knew what to do in tough situations. True, she could have easily gone to Sonny or Jax, but she didn't want to see Sonny and certainly not Jax.

"There's more, isn't there?" Jason asked.

"And the day before I overheard JC talking on the phone to someone about something about…you might know what it is…something about a robin's chirp to crush the coffee?"

Jason's eyes lit up, "Oh man, Brenda! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Jason closed his eyes tightly; his headache from yesterday was coming back.

"Don't yell at me! I didn't know if you'd listen to me, I didn't even understand what was going on." Brenda answered, she grabbed a pillow from the couch and hugged it tightly for comfort.

"He's gonna try to use Robin to get back at me." Jason explained.

"That explains - I got this, this morning when we stopped by Lila's," she said and she took out another letter from her jacket pocket. "I guess Robin thought no one would go after the Quartermaine's. There's something here addressed to you." Brenda takes out something from within her letter and hands Jason a small ivory envelope stamped with his name, Jason Morgan. Jason opened the envelope carefully and read the contents of the small card.

"This isn't good. Robin's in trouble." Jason comments as he heads out the door to Sonny's.

"Wait, wait, " Brenda blocked his way out, "you can't go to Sonny!"

"Why not?"

"Once Sonny knows I'm here, Sonny'll have to tell Carly and then the whole town will know too, then this guy will know I came to you." She came to him, the words from her mouth sounded weird to them both, but both were glad that she came to him first. Both of them silently stared into each others' eyes, trying to process what she just said.

"How would he know something's up if he doesn't even know you left France?" Jason asked, trying to break the momentary silence. Suddenly a thought clicked in his head. "Oh no, you didn't."

"Well…"

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